Yo, Lucas

Lucas Maldonado analyzes himself in terms of his pain, but also the love for people he has held dear: his filmmaker mother, his architect father, his deceased best friend, the girlfriends he succeeds in convincing to lie on a chaise longue and relive the errors, the excesses, the good times shared and the affection offered. He composes a self-portrait in which the splinters of a fractured generational tale are visible; it is a group picture, the image of a neighborhood and a city.