Welcome to Argentina Edouard Deluc

Welcome to Argentina Edouard Deluc
Are you ready for an utterly forgettable movie experience?

Maybe something was lost in translation but Welcome to Argentina is as tepid and unassuming as road trip comedies come. In fact, Edouard Deluc's first full length film is so bereft of originality, or even a discernible sense of humour, that regurgitated gutter trash like The Hangover series feels fresh and funny by comparison.

Every plot beat is so far beyond passé and utterly devoid of personality that it boggles the mind to think that this is the best material four writers could come up with.

Borrowing, but not outright stealing, from too many movies to mention, the story follows two brothers who fly to Argentina to attend their cousin's wedding. They arrive four days early with the intention, as planned by older sibling, Marcus (Philippe Rebbot), of taking in a bit of the country's culture and reinvigorating their atrophied relationship along the way.

As is typical of these sorts of vacation fantasies, younger brother, Antoine (Nicolas Duvauchelle), is depressed to the point of despondency over the dissolution of a long term relationship. Of course, all he needs to get his mojo back is a little adventure, a lot of booze, and a hot piece of ass.

To maximize contrivances and interconnected shenanigans, the manager of the hotel the brothers are staying at empathizes with Antoine's misery, having recently separated from his wife as well. Oh, and he's also conveniently prepared to drop his duties and take on the role of guide for a tour of wineries in the region as soon as the brothers mention the subject.

Before the film turns into a boring variation on Sideways, Marcus and Antoine hit the town in search of vagina. We're supposed to find it hilarious that they flee a karaoke brothel in terror when the whores want to talk a bit before getting down to business. How dare those prostitutes be friendly instead of subservient fuck slaves?

That's pretty representative of the level of humour Deluc and his cohorts are dealing in. There's a subplot involving unresolved mommy issues between the insecure siblings that's as hard to care about as the awkward lust triangle that emerges between them and the daughter of the man their guide buddy's wife remarried (what a kooky tangled web!).

Limp and desultory every step of the way, Welcome to Argentina is a drab relationship drama positioned as a zany travelogue that goes nowhere. (Bizibi)