The acting is wonderfully natural. The young actors (Parada and Finardi Niz) capture the awkward, electric thrill of first discovery without a hint of exploitation. As adults, Ignacio Rogers (Matías) is a masterclass in repressed longing—his body is tense, his words clipped, hiding behind a polite smile and a girlfriend he clearly doesn't love. Esteban Masturini’s Jerónimo is his perfect foil: open, earthy, comfortable in his own skin and sexuality. Their chemistry is palpable in every stolen glance and hesitant touch.
Esteros is not a revolutionary film, but it is an exceptionally tender one. It’s a film about the weight of the unlived life and the courage it takes to wade back into the water. For its exquisite sense of place, its honest performances, and its aching final shot (which lingers like a held breath), it’s a must-watch for fans of slow-burn, naturalistic queer cinema. Esteros -2016-
Esteros wisely avoids melodrama. There are no shouting matches or dramatic car crashes. The central conflict is internal: Matías’s fear of his own desires versus Jerónimo’s patient acceptance. The presence of Matías’s girlfriend, Rochi (played with sympathetic realism by Renata Calmon), is handled with surprising maturity. She isn’t a villain; she’s simply the wrong person in the wrong place, sensing the invisible wall between her and her boyfriend. The acting is wonderfully natural