Catalina Ward

A middle-class young man joins the "brava bar" of a soccer club in the Buenos Aires suburbs, Argentina, and manages to ascend within the criminal structure until he reaches a place of leadership that he could never find in his own environment.

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.

A scientist solves cases following the legacy of her grandfather, Juan Vucetich, the renowned creator of fingerprint identification method. When her job and name are threatened, she embarks on a journey to discover who is behind it all.

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.

Mía and her mother start a journey without destination after a family fight. Now, they will have to endure the wait.

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.

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Dismantling the home of some who is no longer here is an act of love, of memory, of mourning. July passed away recently; the camera moves around her apartment and is placed on a series of objects that act as keys to open the door to her intimacy. The voices of those who have loved her guide us while they try to prolong the farewell. In the memories they evoke, to some people July is still Julio, and those names and pronouns that blend reveal the difficulties of embracing one’s identity as a trans woman. During the journey, July’s figure is slowly brought to life, as in an invocation, called on through words, but mainly through her spaces, her things, her photographs, her wigs, her clothes, her favorite music. And a biography is weaved together, one which, like that mirror that still hangs on her wall, reflects the history of an entire community.

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