Nathalia Acevedo

A gender-questioning stock market trader is determined to make it in the world of finance — not for the glory or wealth, but because it's leading them on the path to freedom.

In an unnamed city, a beauty salon becomes a space of passage where those cast out gather, suspended between life and death. At its center is the Individuo, a solitary presence who tends to this place without any promises or explanation. The film unfolds as time and place dissolve into one another. What is lived, remembered, and imagined coexists in a continuous movement, where meaning emerges through ritual, drifting, and return. Within this space, beauty and death are intertwined. The salon becomes a threshold where presence and memory fade and reappear, and where the boundaries between reality and vision begin to loosen. The outside world remains fractured, its tensions quietly permeating the space. As everything shifts, what emerges is a passage: a meditation on the fragility of existence.

Juan and his urban family live in the Mexican countryside, where they enjoy and suffer a world apart. And nobody knows if these two worlds are complimentary or if they strive to eliminate one another.

Somewhere in Manila, a crime boss rules with an iron fist. To his most loyal henchman he gives the task of guarding his woman. Before long, she falls in love with the henchman, and the star-crossed lovers decide to leave town. Fighting ensues. It is while on the run that they finally get to know each other for the first time.

Esther, an 18 year-old from the North of Mexico, wakes up in Mexico City overwhelmed and alone. She completes her morning rituals and leaves her apartment to look for work. Wandering the city streets, she attempts to connect with strangers she meets, including a young delivery man who she follows discreetly to the house of a mysterious woman. There, Esther finds a kindred spirit and a companion for the end of the world.

Isolated in a one-room cabin for over forty years, an old woman tests her faith as her own perception of reality comes into question.

In an unnamed city, a beauty salon becomes a space of passage where those cast out gather, suspended between life and death. At its center is the Individuo, a solitary presence who tends to this place without any promises or explanation. The film unfolds as time and place dissolve into one another. What is lived, remembered, and imagined coexists in a continuous movement, where meaning emerges through ritual, drifting, and return. Within this space, beauty and death are intertwined. The salon becomes a threshold where presence and memory fade and reappear, and where the boundaries between reality and vision begin to loosen. The outside world remains fractured, its tensions quietly permeating the space. As everything shifts, what emerges is a passage: a meditation on the fragility of existence.

In an unnamed city, a beauty salon becomes a space of passage where those cast out gather, suspended between life and death. At its center is the Individuo, a solitary presence who tends to this place without any promises or explanation. The film unfolds as time and place dissolve into one another. What is lived, remembered, and imagined coexists in a continuous movement, where meaning emerges through ritual, drifting, and return. Within this space, beauty and death are intertwined. The salon becomes a threshold where presence and memory fade and reappear, and where the boundaries between reality and vision begin to loosen. The outside world remains fractured, its tensions quietly permeating the space. As everything shifts, what emerges is a passage: a meditation on the fragility of existence.