Swinton is excellent, and the general feeling of the piece is done fairly well, but this is lesser Almodóvar, neither passionate nor transgressive enough when compared to what fans know he can deliver. Still, perhaps that's why he went with the short film format for his English-language debut.
And it's worth noting that this whole idea of abandoned/spurned lovers setting fire to things as some kind of cleansing ritual isn't so good when you decide to try it in real life. Be warned, anything involving fire is almost immediately a custodial sentence. Don't ask me how I know. I just . . . know :-(