Carlos Sorin is one of those directors you’ve heard of, perhaps even seen a movie or two by him, but never really get to know. Which is the greatest drawback to Intimate Stories—we’re kept at a distance. As the main characters transverse the barren Argentina countryside—to celebrate a birthday, to appear on a game show, to find a lost dog—we’re left as passengers on their journey, not companions. We sit in the backseat, listen to their stories, but never get to know them; instead, we find ourselves staring at the passing landscapes, our head resting against the window, vaguely interested. And I wanted so desperately to be drawn along, primarily because Antonio Benedicti is such a great actor. His face, and especially his eyes, carve out an impression in you that make you understand his heartbreak, even though you don’t know anything else about him. Hard to believe this is the only film he’s ever appeared in.
by Adam Balz | Source: New Yorker Video
23 Feb 2007 9:50 AM | Submit Comment
