Ana Roy

With the strange disappearance of Laura, two colleagues, her older boyfriend, Rafael, and Ezequiel, learn of their recent discoveries, which may help them locate her. However, the story is bigger and stranger than they could imagine.

Joaquín has the power to charge cell phones or supply electricity to any device with the energy of his own body, so he takes advantage of it to make a few pesos in a city resigned to scheduled power outages. A laconic and refined comedy, touched by the grace of the extraordinary.

A fearful composer writes in his typewriting machine and an intimidating pianist cat plays his music during the magnificent show of Marita, the dancer.

An agoraphobic musician, locked up in his home, begins to live with a shadow cast on his wall; a shadow that has a life of its own. Meanwhile, between jobs, music, scripts, gymnasts and volleyball matches, the musician’s friends go on with their lives during the beginning of autumn in Buenos Aires.

Paula is leaving town and Lucía is going to miss her. But Paula has missed Lucía once before, and found a strange solution: keeping her in a perfume. Then, her scent wafts through the streets and Lucía will mingle with the passers-by.

Buenos Aires, 2019. Lucrecia, who jobs as a museum security guard, foresees a sharp rise in the dollar’s value with her pendulum and falls in love with a currency exchange house employee.

Nothing went as planned: what seemed to be an original idea (taking an international fashion event to a small town in the Argentine Pampas) ended up as a mysterious affair, with a mannequin who seems to have vanished, and who insists on leaving small clues scattered across the immense plains. But nothing seems to be too strange for Commissioner Sirota and her particular method which, this time, includes a clairvoyant, a legendary detective arriving from Santa Rosa and some picturesque “peritas” who choose to work at night, swinging to the rhythm of Ska. In the middle, a disturbing question: Is it a police case they are dealing with, or is someone taking them (the police, the whole town, the Italians – all of us, perhaps) for a fool?