Sunday evening saw the Discovering Latin America Film Festival come to a close at the Ritzy in Brixton with a screening of Marcos Jorge’s Estômago. Afterwards, everyone retired to the bar where the winners of the Critics’ and Audience prizes were announced.
Hold on. Rewind. Saturday afternoon in a café in a central London, and the panel of judges has gathered to make its decision. Those present are Demetrios Mathieu, film reviewer for Scotland’s Sunday Herald and many others; Maria Delgado, academic, London Film Festival consultant and Latin America expert; Jason Wood (well, he was there in spirit – we had his thoughts nicely typed out), programmer and another Latin American cinema boffin; and, um, me: mouthy, over-opinionated critic.
We’d all spent the previous week or so watching the nine films In Competition, which were (in the order I watched them):

The Headless Woman
Dir: Lucrecia Martel
Argentina
Punishing but intriguing head-scratcher about a near catatonic woman who may or may not have run over and killed a child. As a metaphor for Argentina’s ‘Disappeared’ it works; as a drama it suffers from an impenetrable lead performance from María Onetto.

Dog Eat Dog
Dir: Carlos Moreno
Colombia
Blood-spattered gangster flick that sees two anti-heroes holed-up in a hotel room waiting for bad shit to go down. Said bad shit finally erupts in the last act, and is very bad indeed. Much like the film, actually, which (aside from a kooky flirtation with voodoo and black magic) was far too derivative and poorly executed.

Lion’s Den
Dir: Pablo Trapero
Argentina
Absolutely stunning prison drama which somehow manages to avoid all the clichés of the genre while mining a compelling vein of emotional devastation. Martina Gusman is sensational as a young girl imprisoned for murder while pregnant, and forced to raise her son in Argentina’s brutal prison system. Formally daring, beautifully conceived and wonderfully shot, this is no cut-price Shawshank Redemption, but a clinical and probing human drama.

The Lamb of God
Dir: Lucia Cedron
Argentina
Another film that references a difficult period in Argentinean history, although much more conventionally than The Headless Woman. Skipping back and forth between the 1970s and the present day, we witness the disintegration of a family through betrayal and fear, and then see the skeletons come dancing out of the closet. Some good performances but lacked real dramatic oomph.

The Grain
Dir: Petrus Cariry
Brazil
The kind of film that makes people shudder when they hear the words ‘World Cinema’. Deathly dull study of an ordinary Brazilian family that might have been enriching if it wasn’t all so contrived. Although Cariry has a good way with his long, slow camera movements. Not good enough to rescue this one, mind. Jason loved it, but then (no offence, mate) Jason would…

The Good Life
Dir: Andrés Wood
Chile
A Robert Altman-esque multi-character, slice-of-life drama that somehow never quite got going. Though redolent of both Crash and Amores Perros, it lacked the dramatic impetus of either, with none of its various story arcs really meshing in a spiritually satisfying way.

My Name Ain’t Johnny
Dir: Mauro Lima
Brazil
A smash hit in Brazil, this drug dealing epic based on the real life story of an ordinary Joe (or Johnny) who became a major supplier of dope to Brazil’s well heeled is clearly meant to be a home-grown Blow, One problem: it’s about as much fun as being locked in a room with a coke addict and forced to listen to their boring stories for two hours.

Estômago
Dir: Marcos Jorge
Brazil
This worthy entry into the glorious but under discussed genre of ‘food films’ has the air of early Jean-Pierre Jeunet. It’s pitch black and playful with an excellent performance from João Miguel as a naïve young bumpkin whose cooking skills lead to his downfall and resurrection.

The Desert Within
Dir: Rodrigo Plá
Mexico
Absolutely stunning tale set in a dark period of Mexican history when the state outlawed religion. A man, believing himself cursed, drags his family into the desert and spends decades building a church to appease God. By turns horrifying, enraging and moving, but always beautifully shot, Plá’s film is a blistering but poetic attack against man’s capacity to do evil in the name of good.
The judging process took a couple of hours of debate. Highlights included Demetrios (playing Devil’s Advocate to be fair to him) claiming that Dog Eat Dog was a study of inaction to rank alongside Samuel Beckett (um, no), and Jason’s passionate but doomed defence of The Grain, demolished comprehensively in his absence by Maria.
It all boiled down to Lion’s Den and The Headless Woman, with a majority decision going to Trapero’s film, on account of the fact that, although impossible to compare to Martel’s, it succeeded brilliantly on its own terms.
The award was well-deserved, although the fact that received the Audience Award (in my humble opinion) is a travesty. I suppose you can’t really criticise them because they are, by their nature, popularity contests. But… honestly? I thought Estômago would get it. In fact, I’m just going to pretend it has. La, la, la…















