Surely there's a better way to tell this story (there was a story?) that appears to be an attempt to quantify the meaningless of modern life, the regrets that haunt ones memories, and the endless search for something - anything - that may resemble a glimmer of hope. If Aregentina is truly this desperate, humorless and immature, forget about it. I'd rather see a musical version of "Waiting for Godot."
Filled with vague, personal symbols that are probably quite meaningful to the filmmaker, we're constantly baffled by what we're seeing and waiting (for the most part) on something to happen, something that might make us care about the characters, the situation, the plight of "lost" souls. Yet, in the end, we realize that all we've actually been waiting for is the sun to rise and the final credits to roll.
When asked what he thought was the hardest part about making movies, Mel Brooks said it was punching the sprocket holes along the edges of the film. This movie presents us with an alternative answer. The most difficult thing about making a movie is making one that matters.
Filled with vague, personal symbols that are probably quite meaningful to the filmmaker, we're constantly baffled by what we're seeing and waiting (for the most part) on something to happen, something that might make us care about the characters, the situation, the plight of "lost" souls. Yet, in the end, we realize that all we've actually been waiting for is the sun to rise and the final credits to roll.
When asked what he thought was the hardest part about making movies, Mel Brooks said it was punching the sprocket holes along the edges of the film. This movie presents us with an alternative answer. The most difficult thing about making a movie is making one that matters.