- Director: Marco Berger; Martín Farina
- Writer: Marco Berger
- Producer: Verónica Argencio; Marco Berger
A comedy!?! There are more laughs to be had at an autopsy!
A film with few clothes and too many redundant [mostly moronic] conversations...who the hell wants to hear a dullard recount his dream?!?
Instead of going for light & shade, Berger has adopted the sunny-and-dull approach...the weather is magnificent...but, it obviously has a soporific affect upon the characters.
There's not alot of movement in this film...there is [practically] no story and all that these young men do is lie around the place...talking drivel, stripping and playing with their body hair!
The photography, as impressive as it is...makes the whole film look like an underwear commercial, Farina's pre-occupation with close-ups and close-ups of body parts serves no purpose whatsoever for the narrative to continue along its merry way...oops, quite forgot, there is no narrative!
It's oddly creepy...this pack of young males. When a female neighbour pays a brief visit, they are like slavering wolves ready to pounce...it's quite disconcerting!
So...what's a gay boy in a pack of alpha-males to do when the apple-of-his-eye is gagging for it and he can't read the screamingly obvious signals...well, you'll have to wait until the last line uttered to find out.
Is it worth the tediously long wait? No.
In a picturesque country house in Buenos Aires, Fernando gathers his mates for a boys-only vacation. Free from work, responsibilities and their girlfriends, this close-knit gang of bros kick back by the pool, sunning their impeccably toned bodies and sharing pot-fueled stories of sexual conquests. The guys have known each other for years, only this time Fernando has brought with him newcomer Germán, a friend from his taekwondo class, who neglects to tell the group that he's gay. As the lazy summer days disappear, the connection between Fernando and Germán grows and slowly the boundaries of their relationship begin to blur. A veritable masterclass in will-they-won t-they suspense, this gloriously protracted, beautifully nuanced tease is both wantonly titillating and disarmingly sweet.