Football is the Argentinian passion par excellence, given the access this director had (and probably only merit) this film is a real waste of opportunity. The director also narrates along the film, claiming to be only an observer but a minute later engaging in discussion with the players. He doesn't seem to be able to read a poorly redacted text fluently, accurately and with expression. Arguably, the only thing that comes across in a crude but clear way is the homosexual urge of the one holding the camera, his obsession with bulges and foot fetishism. I would only suggest not to invest time on this film or at least not to pay to watch it.
