Marcos Berger´s films — Ausente, Hawaii, Plan B — all seem to meld into one, meaningful glances, sidelong views, sideways compositions of frames within frames, the small gesture, the way small things become deeply meaningful. Men desiring, men loving, men crying: all without much dialogue. You feel like you´ve seen it all before in his work. Yet by the end, the narrative gets reframed and the power of the vision makes it seem new and beautiful again. I loved Un Rubio.