Emanuel Sobré

On October 13, 1972, Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571, chartered to take a rugby team to Chile, crashes into a glacier in the heart of the Andes.

Two apathetic twentysomethings spend the night of Saturday deciding whether or not to go to a costume party. As time passes by, more friends, more drugs are added and everything ends in a small tragedy that will completely change the fate of the night.

In 1993, spectators at the last screening of a horror film at a downtown cinema fall one by one into the hands of a sadistic and ruthless killer.

Alan, a young Uruguayan fed up with his job in a hamburger restaurant, takes a trip to Buenos Aires to sell his most prized collectible toy so he can dedicate himself to his true vocation: his podcast. A series of wrong decisions lead to a bag of cocaine exploding inside his body, making his trip a true journey through the big city.

Elisa returns to her home in Marindia after learning that her warehouse has been broken into and robbed. Mauricio accompanies her. With a hidden sense of hope, they share a day that oscillates between memories, questions, and disagreements. Without leaving a zone of nostalgic warmth, they try to give another chance to a relationship that can't find a way to end.

Ernesto, a forgotten writer, lives isolated in his apartment, where the days repeat themselves like a distant echo. His only contact with the world is Luz, the waitress from the bar on the corner. As he contemplates going away, the line between reality and fiction fades like smoke disappearing into the air.

Ernesto, a forgotten writer, lives isolated in his apartment, where the days repeat themselves like a distant echo. His only contact with the world is Luz, the waitress from the bar on the corner. As he contemplates going away, the line between reality and fiction fades like smoke disappearing into the air.

Ernesto, a forgotten writer, lives isolated in his apartment, where the days repeat themselves like a distant echo. His only contact with the world is Luz, the waitress from the bar on the corner. As he contemplates going away, the line between reality and fiction fades like smoke disappearing into the air.