Directed by Pablo Giorgelli
Argentina & Spain, 2011
Cornerhouse, 4 December 2011
Well, what do you know? It’s another road movie.
In this one, a mother (Hebe Duarte) and her child, still suckling, are travelling in a truck from Paraguay to the Argentine capital. She’s going to Buenos Aires to work, the child has (so she says) no father. You’re aware that she’s getting away from a bad situation.
As for the trucker (Germán de Silva), we learn that he has a son who he rarely gets to see. During the long journey, the three bond close together: sometimes the truck driver takes and holds the baby, the mother going off to make a phone call. An understanding, empathy, trust comes into being.
There’s a delicacy to the film: it’s not flashy, it moves slowly and at its own pace, it will not be rushed. Dialogue is spare and fleeting. You cannot point to any one event as being key; no one incident is unduly emphasised.
The beauty and power of the film derives from something like this: it shows you a significant event in the lives of these two people, perhaps the child also. But it shows you it just as it is happening; which is to say, when its significance is not apparent.
As a work of cinema, it is an extraordinary achievement,