pdbclarke A film I saw soon after it was released in 1972. Like others it has remained in my memory since then. As a teenager I too kept my foot in the door. In 1995 I met a Spanish women (who became my wife) and the La Cabina was filmed in a plaza (square) adjacent to my grandmother--in--law's home. La Cabina was filmed in Plaza de Arapiles, Madrid. It now appears that Madrid community is to locate a Cabina similar to that of the film in the same location. The screenplay is sublime and transcends the need to understand Spanish.

Leofwine_draca THE TELEPHONE BOX is a short and suspenseful 30 minute television movie made in Spain in the early '70s that's barely been seen by anybody – apart from those lucky few who caught it on late-night television screenings back in the '70s and '80s. Despite its ultra-obscure reputation, this is actually a brilliant movie that prefigures PHONE BOOTH with a similar plot, although one that goes about it in a much more obvious way: unlike Colin Farrell, the protagonist here isn't trapped in the box by a sniper but by the simple fact that the door won't open! This is a surreal horror experience all the way through. There's barely any dialogue, just crisp photography that emphasises the heat of the Spanish sun. Our central actor, Spanish TV veteran Vazquez, must display his emotion through expressions alone and a brilliant job he makes of it too. The pacing is just right and the direction flawless, gradually moving away from the initial humour of the situation into some of the weirdest, most claustrophobic horror ever put on camera. Those who have seen this remember it from the nightmarish climax, which is one of the most effective ever filmed, and what's worse is that there's no explanation as to what's going on: this is cult, TWILIGHT ZONE stuff, where the only rule is to expect the unexpected. A real treat for fans of the obscure, this.

jonwestley When I was a child I played outside. I was happy. I did not know about life. I skipped school. I looked at the stars. I was innocent. I loved purely the girl I saw across the street. I was happy. I like films that move me. 'Soft' films like Field of dreams. I'm not a critic. I like happy endings. This is not a film I would have chosen to watch. I tuned in to this once by accident when I was young. It has never left me. I'm not happy I watched it. It changed me. It stole my childhood. I would not have missed it for the world. To this day I speak of it. No one I know has ever seen it. I always wondered if I imagined it. Having seen IMDb I now know it was real. Now I have worse fears. Was this really a film or a message sent to just a few to warn us. A warning. A WARNING. I would have missed it for the world. Oh God.

Chas Newport What an incredible film.The way your frustration and anxiety build along with the main character is extremely clever as you realise how wound up you are is only a tiny fraction of what he's feeling. I confess that watching it in four parts on YouTube I felt compelled to skip bits as I was so curious to find out the ending and I could also feel myself becoming genuinely physically agitated - which as a sufferer of high blood pressure is not good. A horror film so good it should come with a health warning - you really can't say better than that.Evoking genuine empathy for someone else's terror is, I now realise, a very hard thing to do. Modern horror confuses making people nervous or making people jump with making people scared... this is genuinely terrifying.The political undertones not lost on me either but less interesting.