Alberto Andrés Fasce

Amid the sweltering summer heat in northern Argentina, two middle-class families retreat to a crumbling country estate and a modest townhouse, where strained relationships, simmering tensions, and the presence of children and servants quietly expose the fractures of family life. Between idle days, gossip, and unspoken desires, the boundaries of class, tradition, and faith are reflected in their everyday interactions.

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A wife tries to leave her village to get away from her abusive husband.

Cecilia and her son embark on a journey. On the third day, she is found wandering alone, not remembering what happened during this time. She is desperately looking for her son and finds herself wrapped in a brutal hunt, carried out by a religious fanatic, whom she faces off against. To her, he's a lunatic. To him, Cecilia is the enemy.

It tells the story of a couple traveling to repair a bucolic country house. As the days pass, the woman begins to sense a strange presence. A sinister figure protects the abandoned house, driving its inhabitants to madness and death.

A history of Argentine horror cinema, from its beginnings in 1934 to present day. It is a path of defeat, dead-end streets and triumphs, where the protagonists will lead us through the lesser known hallways of local horror.

Mara moved to an old building trying to escape the memory of her mother's recent suicide. While trying to adjust to the new department, begins to see strange things: a ghostly presence seems to hover over the department. After a failed launch party interrupted by cranky downstairs neighbor, Mara knows the grim charge.

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Argentina is a country with an extensive and varied cinematography. Within this enormity, there is a rare, atypical… bizarre cinema. Bizarrofilia aims to investigate the origin and meaning of the word “bizarre”, how the passage of time implies reinterpretations of some works, and focuses on the contemporary production of films that aim to distance themselves from any mimetic representation of reality… although in a country like ours reality always surpasses fiction.