This film is the beauty itself; I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching it. Those who didn’t grow up without dying a little hopefully share similar feelings.
I watched this film for the first time in 2007 in Buenos Aires International Festival of Independent Cinema (BAFICI). The second time I watched it was last year in Boston at a screening that the director also attended.
The effect of the film on the audience, regardless of any language barriers, is remarkable. In Buenos Aires, the audience was silent when the film ended, and then began clapping in admiration, not wanting to leave the theater for some time. In Boston, the reactions were similar, but this time we got lucky because the director himself was present and we could at least direct our attention and admiration at something/someone.