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After the death of his father, young Argentine auteur Victor returns to Buenos Aires to produce a radio play with five women he is involved with romantically, deliciously detailing how life begins to imitate art.
Even the most deliberately airy amusement can use more ingenious structuring and assertive personality than Pineiro is inclined to provide at this (still early) stage in his career.
The precise attachments, romantic or otherwise, among the constellation of characters may be deliberately confusing, but the performers themselves, all part of the writer-director's regular troupe, are exceptionally vivid.
What's onscreen is often more noteworthy for the particular atmosphere, mood and language rather than any particular role the characters or events might be playing in moving the overall narrative forward.
The Princess Of France ambles from one low-key encounter to another, rarely engaging directly with the Bard, and never elevating its heart rate beyond the resting level.
The action takes place in streets and bedrooms, studios and museums, and the actors are never word-bound; Piñeiro, a master choreographer, sets them in graceful motion and captures them in fluid, lively images.
In Piñeiro's Shakespeare films, kisses are not "stolen," as the idiom has it, so much as frantically exchanged like batons in a relay, whisked from one character to another, punctuating the film rhythmically.
For Piñero's characters, Shakespeare isn't just a creative challenge; it establishes the rules of their universe, even as their director expertly breaks them by forging a new path.
The happy paradox of Piñeiro's work is that for all its meticulous control, it's also modest, starting with those truncated running times and including also the pared-down size of the narratives.
"The Princess of France" has an appealing lightness and modesty, but it also feels flimsy and thin, like clever scribblings in the margins of a book, fleeting insights in search of form and energy.