A charming, bittersweet film about a once-famous director from the heyday of the Argentine studio system era (c 1937-1957) who is now a bitter, confused, loving grandfather whose only fantasies left are all self-dramatising make-believe about himself.
It is an amusing film, very much about the Argentine condition, with swift, racy dialogue and a legerdemain hint of magic realism. Elegant.
Fine performances from everybody, especially Lito Cruz as the flighty grandfather and Nicolás López Padín as the adorable, cynical, understanding 14-year-old grandson.
The undercurrent of love underneath the farcical despair is very amusingly and touchingly handled.
