That having been said, Goldblum’s vocal performance is so naturalistic and witty (he talks like a jazz pianist plays, never attacking the melody in quite the way you expect), and the conceit of having an “interviewer” who is essentially a stand-in for Trueba lets the story hop amongst many different types of personal space, as one might in a regular documentary. Trueba and Marsical fill every frame with massive amounts of information. You’ll enjoy letting your eye roam around the backgrounds and notice certain books, posters, photos, paintings, and stray bits of action that had to be drawn just like everything else in the movie but feel somehow “caught on camera” (such as a dog briefly glimpsed through the open doorway of a bar, or a man in the background of an outdoor plaza taking a piece of fruit from a stand). It’s a kick to see the same journalistic approach to characterization applied in an animated setting: letting the accumulated details tell you who a person is.
The film is most affecting when it explores the effect of Tenorio’s disappearance on his family. Tenorio’s children, now in their 50s, share their limited memories of having him around the house, and we are reminded that Tenorio’s grandchildren never got to know him at all. Horrifying as it must be having a loved one openly murdered by one’s government, there’s a narrative endpoint and a target for sorrow and rage. As more than one interviewee points out, “disappearing” a person leaves their fate in limbo and inflicts a different sort of distress that can seem colder and more controlling for its refusal to provide answers. It’s an escalation of the kinds of power trips envisioned in moments where the film’s interviewees recount how the secret police in Argentina used to intimidate citizens by barging into their homes unannounced to point guns and casually destroy their possessions, with or without charges being threatened or arrests being made. We hear the dread of such events described as a collective experience in a scene where an interviewee talks about the strangeness of going about one’s daily business knowing that they and everyone they know could get swept up and essentially erased with no warning or explanation.
Throughout, the visuals are simple but never simplistic, and they go a long way towards turning a fundamentally sad story into a vibrant, thrilling trip into a fertile period for pop music and the arts generally. The movie is stimulating both as a visceral event packed with color and music and as a learning experience that keeps making unexpected connections and trying to get you to think about what you’re seeing as something more than just information. At one point, Trueba and Marsical even assert that the international rise of bossa nova music was a defining event in 20th century arts on par with the French New Wave film movement. The claim is never really explored or defended, but it sticks in the mind as a provocation. Cinema history buffs will appreciate the extravagantly unnecessary but marvelous animated “behind the scenes” footage depicting the filming of famous scenes from Jean-Luc Godard’s “Breathless” and Francois Truffaut’s “The 400 Blows” (the title is an allusion to another Truffaut classic) and the loving renderings of American music stars like Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra who helped popularize bossa nova greats like Antonio Carlos Jobim and Gilberto Gil by covering their work and collaborating with them.
Over the years, Trueba has quietly, steadily built one of the most stylistically diverse filmographies in world cinema. This is another terrific entry. Try to see it on a big screen if you can. And if you can’t, be sure to play it loud.
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