This Argentinian movie is about forty-year-old writer Pablo Pérez who is living with AIDS. Financially struggling, he relies on his father to fund his life. A gritty picture showing a year of his existence. The two main aspects are his coping with AIDS and his search for connections, if not love. He explores the worlds of sex / romance ads, as well as the world of leather. He gets his journal published, which results in his father banishing him. Pablo is oddly vacant. Not just floating along, but with seemingly little sense of self. I never got a feeling for who Pablo is, other than the composite of his external circumstances.