According to the myth still in force in the coal towns of Patagonia, if a woman enters a mine, the earth becomes jealous. Then, there’s collapse and death. Shady River starts from a dark personal experience to transform in a film about the silence of women who live in men's villages. How to film where our presence is prohibited? How to record the resonances of what doesn’t sound? As the fog and smoke from the power plant cover the town, the voices of the women of Shady River force their way between the white of the ice and the hum of the drilling machines, until blowing up the structure of silence.
There is a house being emptied. There is an auction in the neighborhood of Flores. Clients fill the place, eager to buy all kinds of objects. There is almost no filter when fighting to get the best price that belongs to the dead, the exiles, the fugitives and the soulless. A reseller who is too preoccupied with the staging, a collector with a past as a fishing worker, and the owner of an antique shop that admits to selling the affections of people, hints at the state of things.
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In home-movies shot in the ‘90s by her father, the filmmaker discovers in these inherited images powerful fictions of the Argentinian middle class and the country’s recent history.
