Watched two Argentine "comedies".
Corazón delator (Tell-Tale Heart)
An extremely weak riff on Regarding Henry. The CEO of a construction company suffers a heart attack and gets a fresh ticker from a highway casualty (which I was convinced the CEO was gonna inadvertedly cause, given the way the two incidents are edited together). Following his change of heart, he seeks out the donor's widow and worms his way into her life and her community (the prettiest slums you ever did see) by posing as another dead man's relative and helping build a daycare center in a neighborhood which - holy shit - his company is about ro raze to the ground. He's never worked a day of manual labor in his life, but I'm sure the recent heart transplant helps with the construction work, since we never see him so much as give a single wheeze. Also we don't really know him before the transplant, and he's talking about his new perspective in life before he actually has anything to show for it. The ending is a cop out of the have cake & eat it variety.
Granizo (All Hail)
This one asks for way too much suspension of disbelief. It wants you to accept that 1) a weatherman would achieve so much notoriety as a celebrity that he would be given a 10pm show exclusively about the weather, 2) that the show would be a smash hit that cuts across all quadrants as the hot new thing, 3) that he would achieve overnight infamy by failing to predict a hailstorm and become the most hated person in Buenos Aires (population = 3 million), 4) despite the fact that nobody else would make the prediction either, 5) that he would've inspired such devotion in his prime that people would be actively trying to murder him because their dog died or their car got totaled in the storm, etc. The second half of the movie has the weatherman lying low in Córdoba, where he tries to reconnect with his adult daughter. Then it's back to reclaim his show when he thinks he's discovered an infallible, esoteric method for predicting the weather (it involves burying figurines under rocks and sucking on them). You need something with Anchorman energy to sell this shit, which is played here with mind-boggling earnestness.
Corazón delator (Tell-Tale Heart)
An extremely weak riff on Regarding Henry. The CEO of a construction company suffers a heart attack and gets a fresh ticker from a highway casualty (which I was convinced the CEO was gonna inadvertedly cause, given the way the two incidents are edited together). Following his change of heart, he seeks out the donor's widow and worms his way into her life and her community (the prettiest slums you ever did see) by posing as another dead man's relative and helping build a daycare center in a neighborhood which - holy shit - his company is about ro raze to the ground. He's never worked a day of manual labor in his life, but I'm sure the recent heart transplant helps with the construction work, since we never see him so much as give a single wheeze. Also we don't really know him before the transplant, and he's talking about his new perspective in life before he actually has anything to show for it. The ending is a cop out of the have cake & eat it variety.
Granizo (All Hail)
This one asks for way too much suspension of disbelief. It wants you to accept that 1) a weatherman would achieve so much notoriety as a celebrity that he would be given a 10pm show exclusively about the weather, 2) that the show would be a smash hit that cuts across all quadrants as the hot new thing, 3) that he would achieve overnight infamy by failing to predict a hailstorm and become the most hated person in Buenos Aires (population = 3 million), 4) despite the fact that nobody else would make the prediction either, 5) that he would've inspired such devotion in his prime that people would be actively trying to murder him because their dog died or their car got totaled in the storm, etc. The second half of the movie has the weatherman lying low in Córdoba, where he tries to reconnect with his adult daughter. Then it's back to reclaim his show when he thinks he's discovered an infallible, esoteric method for predicting the weather (it involves burying figurines under rocks and sucking on them). You need something with Anchorman energy to sell this shit, which is played here with mind-boggling earnestness.