Roberto Bonomo

After the theft of his motorcycle, Lucio bums aimlessly around Buenos Aires drifting from one arcade and record store to the next, indulging in short chats with friends and, more often, setting out onto the streets alone.

A young woman, alienated by her work and confronted to her surroundings, falls into a depression that leads her to live in a sewer to find her identity. In there, life is no better; reality appears in images and alegoric figures that change its form and vanishes, without letting the woman communicate with anyone. It's a film with zero dialog in witch the songs takes us through the states of emotion.

Based on the remains of never-completed Argentine features from the archives of the film museum in Buenos Aires. The film is, as it were, a parallel film history: an essay like a cinematographic Frankenstein, that blows new life into images that once seemed unsuccessful and pointless.