Two couples forge a spur-of-the-moment friendship in Federico Hidalgo's L'Incrédule (The Skeptic), after which a small business is inaugurated whose indeterminate outputs whimsically delineate the ambiguous.
The service they provide is known as the Charuflauta, which, from what I gathered, is a cure for loneliness.
None of the characters are able to definitively describe it, however, or figure out whether or not they should seek payment for their efforts.
When their first clients require a practical application of their abstraction, the comedic results lampoon the melancholic while stultifying the hyper-analytical.
Great film, mischievously mixing a broad array of sociological, personal, financial, artistic, and conjugal intersections, loosely framed within a recurring photographic motif, which establishes a reverberating ontological/epistemological dialectic, in order to clarify a sense of belonging.
Cheeky, uplifting, indecisive, self-assured.
In regards to the encapsulations of the concretely abstract.
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