Heterophobia

The plot could be summarized this way: young Mariano suffers a violent rejection with a heterosexual friend, unleashes his hate against the (patriarchal) order of the world, and finally finds peace, and fondly awaits for the revolution. But what’s unique about this film is that it doesn’t rely on its themes as much as it does on the way Anchou chooses to narrate them: Mariano’s odyssey unfolds in a literally infinite superimposition of both familiar and unfamiliar visual and sound textures, in an almost permanent counterpoint with a voiceover that (successfully) ensures a transformation of the banal into something extraordinary.

The music accompanies throughout the entire journey and recurrently invades the image mainly in the form of a guitar, creating the necessary atmosphere for each fragment right before our generally stunned eyes. The end result has some kinship with Ernesto Baca’s work and some experiences from the Digital Neo-expressionism –the movement instigated by Ricardo Becher. But essential is something joyfully unclassifiable, because Anchou has his own poetics, a very personal way of combining graveness and ease, and an ethics of insolence.

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