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Could possibly work as a novel.

Its - apparently? - uneventful sequence of philosophical problems hastily and randomly touched forced me to stop watching at the 1 hour mark. As it is, not leaving any time to the viewer to elaborate what's going on, it's just a boring mess: zero comedy (it was listed as a comedy-drama: inaccurate), people overacting and shouting their fancy lines without having possibly ever grasped their meaning.

There's a whole bunch of these kind of movies/theater pieces around: few actors, few scenes, lots of monologues, highbrow target. I don't think there's a name for the genre. It may have some formal aspects in common with the old socratic dialogues - though many cases feel more like an involuntary parody... Anyways: as soon as they stop showing off their acting and start to stubbornly stress intellectual issues... flee.

This is both bad entertainment and a misleading didactical effort: philosophy - or whichever way you like to call thought provoking content - is meant to be read and pondered.

Apparently loud background noises is cool, it's art. Or maybe it has some philosophical meaning i don't understand. Ridiculous overacting is cool. Fine art. And above all, boredom is cool. Thanks, Argentina!

A clever obscure film, done by a filmmaker who finally has the courage to denounce what is the mask behind the the business of art, psychoanalysis and false altruism. Either a Martian or R. W. Fassbinder, from where he could be, will be happy to see that in this polluted planet, still are some who really show snobs as they really are. For good or bad, PM is a statement about our present intellectual condition. Not wonder why some critics jumped to trash in cowardly, paranoid fashion, such a interesting work of today for the future....

Coming for a country that sells tango or copy what here already die 10 or 30 years ago, make the film even more special. When filmmaking just advance in technology translated to progress, or in formal, superficial subterfuges already cliché or ¨Iconoclastic¨, Alejandro shouts to a world where to don't say nothing may be saying everything: To that conformist, aesthetic emptiness pathologically narcissistic of our times.

Thanks Argentina!