¿A dónde vamo?

The scouts

A six-minute loop of the same taxi driver appearing across Buenos Aires—it's the kind of structural joke that sounds like nothing until you realize it's everything, a deadpan refusal to explain its own absurdity that most scouts would pass on because it's too slight, too local, too committed to its own weirdness.

The film's repetition-as-form recalls structural comedy lineages (Buñuel's obsessive scenarios, perhaps), though the execution feels slight enough that the formal conceit risks outweighing its dramatic weight—clever premise, but the craft doesn't quite justify the concept's ambition.

There's a single directorial choice buried here: the decision to play each taxi encounter with the exact same low-key tone, refusing to escalate or wink at the audience, which transforms what could've been a sketch into something genuinely unsettling on a six-minute budget.