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| Vincent Gallo | ... |
Angelo 'Tetro' Tetrocini
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| Alden Ehrenreich | ... |
Bennie
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| Maribel Verdú | ... |
Miranda
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Silvia Pérez | ... |
Silvana
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| Rodrigo De la Serna | ... |
José
(as Rodrigo De La Serna)
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| Erica Rivas | ... |
Ana
(as Érica Rivas)
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Mike Amigorena | ... |
Abelardo
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Lucas Di Conza | ... |
Young Tetro
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Adriana Mastrángelo | ... |
Ángela
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| Klaus Maria Brandauer | ... |
Carlo /
Alfie
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Leticia Brédice | ... |
Josefina
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| Sofía Gala | ... |
María Luisa
(as Sofía Castiglione)
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Jean-François Casanovas | ... |
Enrique
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| Carmen Maura | ... |
Alone
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| Francesca De Sapio | ... |
Amalia
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The week of his 18th birthday, Bennie, who's a waiter on a cruise ship, has a layover in Buenos Aires. He seeks out his older brother, Tetro, whom he hasn't seen in years. Tetro, who lives with Miranda, is a burned-out case; he's hot and cold toward his brother, introducing him as a "friend," refusing to talk about their family, telling Bennie not to tell Miranda who their father is. Thoughts of their father cast a shadow over both brothers. Who is he, and what past has Tetro left behind? Bennie finds pages of Tetro's unfinished novel, and he pushes both to know his own history and to become a part of his brother's life again. What can come of Bennie's pushing? Written by <[email protected]>
"Youth is Wasted on the Youth". At a point beyond the barrier of the 40's , we all know that to be true, but the true unfairness of this fact of life is that the opposite is often also true. I for one haven't reached that other age bracket yet, but after having watched "Tetro" -and with the unfortunate reminiscence of Antonioni's "Beyond The Clouds" or on a much lesser level, Stanley Kubrick's "Eyes Wide Shut" still fresh on my mind-, I'm starting to wonder if the weight of the years and decades of very intense reflection doesn't have very nefarious consequences indeed on a talented person's ego. "Tetro" sinks under so much self-importance, as if it couldn't bear the load of wisdom that Coppola wants us to believe he has acquired over the years. Don't get me wrong, we all know Coppola will forever be the outrageously brilliant director of some of the most purely cinematic experiences since the birth of cinema; the problem is, it seems like Coppola's artistic development has been stumped -the impression he gives is that of the snake charmer that has charmed himself. The very infantile notion of "genius" and the need to be recognized as such are at the heart of this very artificial, anachronistically romantic film. I could go on ranting about the incredibly superficial vision of Buenos Aires, which drops us at Café Gran Tortoni, La Boca and Radio La Colifata as if on a sightseeing tour bus - I was surprised there was no scene of a couple dancing tango-.