Jorge Polaco

A young woman, alienated by her work and confronted to her surroundings, falls into a depression that leads her to live in a sewer to find her identity. In there, life is no better; reality appears in images and alegoric figures that change its form and vanishes, without letting the woman communicate with anyone. It's a film with zero dialog in witch the songs takes us through the states of emotion.

Life and work of the controversial Argentine film director Jorge Polaco who questioned all moral institutions, exposing himself to the most scandalous media ridicule and risking his vulnerability. Is it possible to evade legitimation? Does the era of the algorithm allow that gap through which these singularities were previously filtered?