A film about surviving something that didn’t go as expected. Manuel is going through a break-up with Camila, and, at the same time, he has to rethink the whole artistic project that has been his focus for the last few years. To give Camila space to pack, he leaves for a seaside location, where he continues his preoccupation with recording sounds of all kinds. His inertia about the future will be challenged by something extraordinary that happens to him on the beach.
Nothing went as planned: what seemed to be an original idea (taking an international fashion event to a small town in the Argentine Pampas) ended up as a mysterious affair, with a mannequin who seems to have vanished, and who insists on leaving small clues scattered across the immense plains. But nothing seems to be too strange for Commissioner Sirota and her particular method which, this time, includes a clairvoyant, a legendary detective arriving from Santa Rosa and some picturesque “peritas” who choose to work at night, swinging to the rhythm of Ska. In the middle, a disturbing question: Is it a police case they are dealing with, or is someone taking them (the police, the whole town, the Italians – all of us, perhaps) for a fool?
With the strange disappearance of Laura, two colleagues, her older boyfriend, Rafael, and Ezequiel, learn of their recent discoveries, which may help them locate her. However, the story is bigger and stranger than they could imagine.
Manuel Jiménez receives some clandestine wiretappings that he has to transcribe. Because of this, and almost without wanting to, he enters a kaleidoscopic plot that involves a group of people at a party, their later walkabouts around the city at night, and their relationship with the secrets hidden inside Vodka’s diary.
Is this film about Clorindo Testa or not? Is it about the life of the director, about the life of his father, about the life of his country, or is it just one of those biographical films that proliferate at film festivals in which the narrator spends his time recounting family anecdotes and pulling old photos out of a box? This small, microscopic adventure, whose subtitle, stolen from the Savoyard Xavier de Maistre, could well be Voyage autour de mon père, navigates between these threats and others even worse.
Silvia visited Moscow in the late 1960s, during the Soviet regime's heyday. There, she saw the structuralist-designed complexes designed to house working-class families. Upon returning to Buenos Aires, she discovered that the same collectivist spirit was embedded in the buildings constructed by the El Hogar Obrero cooperative. Embracing the ideal of socialism, Silvia abandoned everything, including her husband and children, to move into one of these apartments and write a novel in which she planned to portray its more than 200 owners. Shortly after, she traveled to Italy, and her trail was lost forever. Half a century later, a niece found her manuscripts and decided to bring to life on film what had been left unfinished in literature, combining archival material with scenes of the current inhabitants.
In 1958, Robert Gottlieb was forced to renounce his Romanian citizenship in order to migrate to Israel. 50 years later, his daughter Yaela (re)builds that route but her father’s story does not match the places she knew. Family mandates and ghosts of the past get materialized. Him from Lima and her from Buenos Aires, for the first time, find an undeniable gap that leads her towonder: who her father is
This is a film with music. Or about the music and texts that accompany, in a poetic way, a decisive battle between Unitarian and Federalists. The vicissitudes of the birth of a nation based on the play written by Mariano Llinás and Gabriel Chwojnik, whose images achieve some hypnotic strength.
A poet dies and another one, younger, feels an obligation to promote her work. She is joined by a team of women filmmakers. The film begins with this unusual triangle but, interestingly, it grows into something more complex and subtle than a traditional research project.