Carolina Campo Lupo

Not Even the Flowers

Mariana Viñoles has positioned her camera in the window. As lockdown puts everything on hold, little everyday dramas continue to play out in her street, as many secret tales waiting to be told. Off-screen, everyday dialogues outline the contours of domestic life. We are invited to prolong their existence, and marvel at the magical power of life.

Portrait of My Father

Juan Ignacio Fernández Hoppe was just eight years old when his father’s body was found on a beach. His mother, a psychiatrist, decided an autopsy was unnecessary, even though his father had been depressed and had psychiatric medication among his belongings. Thirty years later, the filmmaker tries to find out what happened, who his father was and how his mother arrived at her decision.