La Película del Rey follows a spurned director who suffers a string of unfortunate setbacks, who each time becomes more and more determined to finish his project. The journey of the director as he tries to get funding, train actors, and improvise scenes is exciting, and the string of misfortunes that befalls him can sometimes be humorous, but jumping into it in a comedic mindset, La Pelicula del Rey fell pretty flat. Although the situations in this Argentinean comedy can be outlandish and the movie has some great moments, it is not especially funny as a whole. The satire of the film is rich, however, and provides the real value of the movie. If you're in the mood for a comedy, go elsewhere, but if you're looking for a clever satire about the Argentinean film industry, this is your movie.

Movie-making can sometimes be, at best, a desperate enterprise, which is one reason why the process lends itself so well to satire. In this slick but all-too accurate Argentine parody a director's devotion to his pet project gradually turns to obsession when Murphy's Law takes control: anything that can go wrong does go wrong, beginning on the eve of photography with the producer's disappearance and a mutiny among the cast. The lengths to which the frustrated auteur pursues his dream, a dramatized history of a 19th century French pioneer's ill-fated quest to declare himself king over primitive Patagonia, soon lead him into delusions of grandeur equal to those of his subject, and as a result his film grows more absurd and abstract as it continues. The satire works on several levels simultaneously, with the director himself becoming a surrogate emperor, and his megalomania suggesting a parallel to the country's turbulent political leadership.

La película del rey, besides being one of the best Argentine movies ever, is an interesting epic of an artist. The whole story is about a film director who just wants to shoot his production in a Third World country, in which neither the market nor the state will help him. So, actors go on strike, producers suddenly disappear, technicians don't like the work they are doing and everyone expects to earn a huge amount of money, since they are in showbiz. In the end, the artist is still dreaming with his story, he goes on filming alone, with the only help of his best friend, one of the producers, and everything goes wrong. However, one last scene is deeply touching: without a penny, going back to the city from the shooting scenarios, in Patagonia, in a lousy train, the director starts dreaming again with another powerful wonderful history. All this, narrated with a very particular humor and an unique love for film-making itself, makes this my very personal very favorite movie.

How to express the pain and suffering of a director in a small country as he struggles to bring his movie to life and every circunstance is against him? Carlos Sorin, one of the most experienced Argentinian directors working in commercials, has done it so well, that I feel extremely proud to have worked with him years ago. With a touch of surrealism and some great performances, he creates a story to behold, as we don't know if to laugh or cry at the truth of his message. A celebration of the artist as a crazy fool.