Victor (Rafael Spregelburd), the cynical Argentinian of the title, spends his days drinking, smoking, and scribbling in the dark. He must be a film critic! And he’s been at it for a while, since he conflates cinema with reality. “Films are suffocating me,” he laments. “I see the world like a huge movie.” (He even thinks in French, though the dialogue is in Spanish.) Victor, who dresses like a grad student in a blazer and backpack, needs to find a new place to live, but he’s broke, so when a producer asks him to write scenes for a script, he can’t afford to decline. He hates romantic comedies above all, because they’re shallow and predictable, but he falls into one when he competes for an apartment with SofĂa (Dolores Fonzi), a beautiful kleptomaniac. He fights his feelings, but she’s a manic pixie dream girl. How can he resist? Fireworks, lines from AmĂ©lie, and scenes from Titanic ensue. Has love turned him into everything he hates? Or was he just living in a French New Wave fantasy until a real woman woke him up? Tellingly, debut writer-director Hernán Guerschuny got his start as a film critic. The disgruntled filmmaker subplot is clunky, but critiquing genre through genre is a clever conceit.