Christian Delgado

Extension is a film about the Pampas plain or about the impossibility of accounting for that landscape. A bubble that bursts in the torrent. Thousands of birds shake the air. The storm rushes over the camera. How to represent a territory in our eyes unfathomable, in which everything changes and at the same time remains? Right there, between the detail and the panorama, between the short shots and the shots that seem to never end, the well-trodden “Argentine countryside” emerges in its elusive condition. A space filmed almost outside the human presence, in which words would be expendable except to mention an absent God.

A film about the plains as an abyss and the night as a hiding place where darkness seems to keep a blazing secret and carry the imminence of an event perpetually postponed. An inquiry about the imaginary line that separates the provinces of Buenos Aires and La Pampa.

In this film, some of our neighbors remain silent, they refuse to speak or they simply ignore us. But in their absent attitude, in the visages of these males from the Pampas whose masculinity seems to be seized by a haunted trance, an intangible presence, perhaps, surfaces. “—Do shadows speak? — Shadows go silent, but we hear them hushing.”

Extension is a film about the Pampas plain or about the impossibility of accounting for that landscape. A bubble that bursts in the torrent. Thousands of birds shake the air. The storm rushes over the camera. How to represent a territory in our eyes unfathomable, in which everything changes and at the same time remains? Right there, between the detail and the panorama, between the short shots and the shots that seem to never end, the well-trodden “Argentine countryside” emerges in its elusive condition. A space filmed almost outside the human presence, in which words would be expendable except to mention an absent God.

A film about the plains as an abyss and the night as a hiding place where darkness seems to keep a blazing secret and carry the imminence of an event perpetually postponed. An inquiry about the imaginary line that separates the provinces of Buenos Aires and La Pampa.

In this film, some of our neighbors remain silent, they refuse to speak or they simply ignore us. But in their absent attitude, in the visages of these males from the Pampas whose masculinity seems to be seized by a haunted trance, an intangible presence, perhaps, surfaces. “—Do shadows speak? — Shadows go silent, but we hear them hushing.”