Cinebasura

A wry, uncomfortable comedy of two men circling each other, funny and sad in equal measure.

A very short, scrappy slice of low-budget Argentine genre playfulness that zips by before it can wear out its welcome.

A playful, self-mocking collage that drifts between genres, leaving you amused and occasionally baffled by its restless invention.

A quick, deadpan slice of low-stakes comic frustration that breezes by before it can wear out its joke.

A strange, funny, faintly sad little burst of energy that leaves you wondering what the shouting was really about.

A wry, quiet little fable about how easily people are swayed by confident nonsense, amusing rather than laugh-out-loud.

A cool, controlled provocation that keeps you at a wary distance, watching art and politics collide with dry, uncomfortable wit.

A quiet, deadpan drift through strange cities, where small absurdities quietly echo displacement and belonging.

A shaggy, deadpan indie comedy that drifts between awkward sweetness and low-level dread, like watching a dream slowly get financed.

A scrappy, homemade spoof that plays like a joke between friends, silly and fast and over before it wears out.

A slow, talky drift through a night of artistic posturing and petty rivalries, more observed than felt.

A short, affectionate look at a niche film scene, mixing talking heads and clips for an informative, mildly eerie watch.