"Friends Until Death" is Javier Veiga's pathetic attempt to resurrect his career, desperately clinging to memories of his days at the Comedy Club. No one has taken him seriously since, and with this film he confirms why. Veiga intends to make a comedy about a man who is about to die and decides to win back his best friend. The premise could have led to something interesting, but this garbage doesn't even come close. A story like this demands good acting and solid direction, two things that are clearly beyond Veiga's reach.The direction is a monumental disaster. It's as if Veiga chose the worst shots on purpose, one visual insult after another, making it clear that he has no idea what he's doing behind a camera. The acting is so weak that you'd think the actors realized the farce they were in and decided not to try too hard. But the worst thing is that it's all contaminated by Veiga's oversized ego, which creeps into every damn scene. It's not enough for him to direct and write; He also needs to secure his place in the spotlight, as if anyone would actually want to see him.The only minimally decent thing about this aberration is the soundtrack, but even that doesn't save "Friends Until Death" from disaster. In the end, the best thing this film has achieved is to mark the definitive end of the career of an egomaniac whose only great work was his own failure.