Buenos Aires dances.
Rain falls upon the city, turning the streets into mirrors. The glow of lamps dissolves in reflections, and somewhere between light and shadow, movement begins — a tango born from the city’s own breath.
There are no characters, no dialogue — only rhythm, steps, touch, and silence between sounds. Couples dance in doorways, on rooftops, in glass reflections — as if Argentina itself is breathing through them.
The tango becomes vertical, climbing walls, streaming through windows, growing from the asphalt. Each note is the heartbeat of the city; each pause, a sigh of passion.
The film is a love letter to Buenos Aires —
a city where dance lives longer than the night.
by Kostiantyn Mishchenko (USA)
Cal Film Festival 