Movies in the name of political statements manifesting gender, arts and pornography is not my cup of tea. All I end up doing is roll my eyes and constantly winder why was this film made and is there really anyone out here who is going watch this and will have anything decent to say about it. Acually I am not even sure if this was really a ilm or a documentary. It felt neither honestly.
I tried to make sense of what I just saw, and I could not so the synopsis below is being copied from internet. Goyo Anchou's film adjusts that bombastic beginning to its plot: a kid falls in love with a member of an anarchist cell, where everyone conspired to undermine the system of sexist and classist inequalities. What the film builds from there (with its documentary images of riots and anti-patriarchal slogans bombarding the screen) invokes the ancestors of militant cinema from the '60s and' 70s. But while the legacy of that Argentine tradition protected a hetero and masculine perspective, Anchou updates it from the vibrations of the present. Its axis is the elusive flow of genres and desire.
Beyond the theme, the film progresses with certainty. It takes that contemporary condition and processes it into its matter.
All I understood was at some point our protagonist was a gay man who loves cock to the feminist revolution, death to the male (yes, public castration for all, but how we like the cock). Weird and definitely avoidable. I mean, come on, its 2020. Please don't take your audience for granted. (0/10)
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