Watch it on a warm, lazy afternoon when you’re in the mood for something reflective and bittersweet. Bring patience, but leave your cynicism at the door.
Furthermore, the film doesn’t break new thematic ground. Anyone familiar with LGBTQ+ cinema will recognize the beats: the idyllic childhood romance, the forced separation, the closeted adult return, the confrontation with the past. It’s a beautiful version of a story we’ve seen before, but it doesn't subvert expectations.
★★★½ (3.5/5)
Esteros is not a revolutionary film, but it is an exceptionally tender one. It’s a film about the weight of the unlived life and the courage it takes to wade back into the water. For its exquisite sense of place, its honest performances, and its aching final shot (which lingers like a held breath), it’s a must-watch for fans of slow-burn, naturalistic queer cinema.
Director: Papu Curotto Starring: Ignacio Rogers, Esteban Masturini, Joaquín Parada, Blas Finardi Niz Esteros -2016-
Esteros wisely avoids melodrama. There are no shouting matches or dramatic car crashes. The central conflict is internal: Matías’s fear of his own desires versus Jerónimo’s patient acceptance. The presence of Matías’s girlfriend, Rochi (played with sympathetic realism by Renata Calmon), is handled with surprising maturity. She isn’t a villain; she’s simply the wrong person in the wrong place, sensing the invisible wall between her and her boyfriend.
In the humid, sticky heat of the Argentine wetlands (the esteros of the title), childhood promises feel as permanent as the landscape. Papu Curotto’s Esteros understands this perfectly. It’s a quiet, sun-drenched, and deeply melancholic coming-of-age drama that doubles as a second-chance romance, exploring how the people we become often wage war against the people we were. Watch it on a warm, lazy afternoon when
The film cuts between two timelines. In the 1990s, childhood best friends Matías and Jerónimo spend a carefree summer vacation in the rural esteros. Their innocent friendship blossoms into a fumbling, tender sexual awakening. But when Matías’s father gets a job offer in Brazil, the boys are cruelly separated. Years later, in their late 20s, Matías (now a reserved aspiring biologist) returns to the esteros for a local festival with his girlfriend. There, he is reunited with Jerónimo, who has grown into a free-spirited, openhearted young man living in the family home. The old spark, repressed for over a decade, immediately reignites.
The acting is wonderfully natural. The young actors (Parada and Finardi Niz) capture the awkward, electric thrill of first discovery without a hint of exploitation. As adults, Ignacio Rogers (Matías) is a masterclass in repressed longing—his body is tense, his words clipped, hiding behind a polite smile and a girlfriend he clearly doesn't love. Esteban Masturini’s Jerónimo is his perfect foil: open, earthy, comfortable in his own skin and sexuality. Their chemistry is palpable in every stolen glance and hesitant touch. Anyone familiar with LGBTQ+ cinema will recognize the
The film’s greatest strength is its sensory immersion. Curotto’s camera loves the golden-hour light filtering through reeds, the murky water clinging to bare skin, and the lazy buzz of insects. You can feel the humidity. This isn't just aesthetic; the swamp becomes a character—a place of primal authenticity, untouched by the rigid rules of the city. It’s where the boys could be honest, and where the men must return to find themselves.
If you are looking for a fast-paced, plot-heavy drama, this isn’t it. Esteros moves at the pace of the swamp—slow, deliberate, sometimes languid. The middle section can feel repetitive, as Matías oscillates between longing and denial one too many times.