a taxista in buenos aires one day gets bored with her life there and heads south in her taxi with no particular destination in mind other than keep heading to the extreme south of patagonia. so begins the film. the windswept plains and rolling hills, bleak and deserted create an atmosphere of delicious melancholia. she ends up the village at the end of the world, where the only contact people have with the outside world is via cinema -- a man on a motorbike comes there every couple weeks with a film whose 16 mm reels are all mixed up. the entire village gathers in the cinema in the plaza every evening to watch the film in a different order each night, and over time, most of the characters have become a bit eccentric as well. much of the film is about the lives of the people in the village. one day some trucks arrive and put up a TV tower. Henceforth the once bustling plaza, center of activity and coherence in the village is now empty, with the glow of TV in every window.. and maria soledad, the taxista decides its time for her to move on somewhere else.. a classic exposition of the argentine melancholy temperament. i wish i could buy the DVD somewhere.
Review of Wind with the Gone
