Silvia Prieto” is a lukewarm serving of twentysomething disaffectedness in contempo Buenos Aires. Directed and written with deadpan style and dry humor by author Martin Rejtman, whose first feature was the 1992 “Rapado,” this modest study of a group of directionless men and women brandishes enough literary conceits to make it a passable fest item, but it’s far too inconsequential to make a dent internationally except on specialized webs.
At the outset, title character (Rosario Blefari) announces, “The day I turned 27 I decided to change my life,” encouraging the hope of some interesting developments. Instead, Silvia buys a canary, begins counting the number of coffees she serves at her cafe job and travels solo to Mar del Plata, an uneventful journey but for the solicitous Italian who tells her she’s not the only Silvia Prieto in the phone book, triggering an identity crisis. Shot in plain fashion and presented in choppy, brief scenes, pic reveals a small talent for absurdist comedy. But the characters, who spend an inordinate amount of time dawdling in restaurants, are thinly drawn and uninteresting, and as a study of identity, the film pays off with only glancing insights.