I loved Play. Beyond the usual archetype and in spite of the fablesque tone of the film one can finally experience a Latin American city as a real place. Confusion, nostalgia and resignation are universal.
In this film you will meet Tristan, a weak but sensitive architect who has been dumped by his girlfriend Irene, an immodest Chilean princess. You will also meet Cristina, a beautiful Mapuche girl with an i-pod. Both, Tristan and Cristina seem to be trapped in a process of self-denial. But it is in this process where both of them (almost) find themselves.
When you leave the theater, you will wish you know more about these characters and it is OK that we don't. The film's purposively non-exhaustive narrative creates a more subtle but deeper link between the characters and us in our enjoyable role as partial spectators.
