Most surprising of all is the unlikely chemistry between Lucrecia and Marco, cutting through differences in both personality and language. Those possibilities take an unexpectedly immediate form when they arrive at their destination and are effusively welcomed by Marco (Marco Ricca), the genial, Speedo-wearing proprietor of their rustic, secluded cabana. Blind to the family's initially standoffish signals, Marco is keen to integrate them into his local community of friends and family, including his directionless son Cesar (Caio Horowicz), to whom Flor takes a swift shine, and his earthy ex-girlfriend Larissa (Andrea Beltrão), to whom Pedro is more tentatively attracted.
They have, though, and what was once a haven they associated with blissful romantic union now offers them a little more individual breathing space. "This is another Florianópolis, completely different from the previous one," Buenos Aires-based wife and mother Lucrecia (Mercedes Morán) ruefully observes to her husband Pedro (Gustavo Garzón), a few days into their stay at the mellow Brazilian island city that gives the film its title. Of course, it's not the place that has changed all that in the 20 years since they last visited, early in their marriage, before the arrival of their now-teenage kids Julian (Joaquin  Garzón) and Flor (Manuela Martinez).
(Even so, that doesn't stop the parents having fast, impulsive sex in the bathroom of the fleapit motel they overnight in en route to Florianópolis. Together with Julian and Flor, they've packed up their rattletrap Renault and driven up to Brazil for what could be their last trip together: less a last-ditch attempt to save their marriage than a chance to jointly ponder the possibilities that lie ahead. As we gradually learn, Lucrecia and Pedro — both psychoanalysts, and inclined to over-therapize themselves and their children alike — are in a complicated process of separation, sleeping under different roofs but still sharing mealtimes and other family rituals. No one said separation was simple.)
Premiering in competition at Karlovy Vary, "Sueño Florianópolis" (the title translates as "Florianópolis Dream," though the film maintains its Spanish appellation in English-lingo materials) is largely consistent with Katz's oeuvre thus far in its gentle, thoughtful probing of everyday events and their more revealing implications. That could net it the wider international distribution that somewhat surprisingly eluded her last feature, 2016's fine, Sundance-awarded slow-burner "My Friend From the Park." Festival bookers, meanwhile, will keep the film's passport amply stamped. Thanks not only to its idyllic Brazilian coastal location, however, it's one of her easiest, breeziest efforts, bright and bittersweet in equal measure.
And on even the most blissful getaways, you'll swear at one point — if only for a split second — that you're never doing this again. There's a lot of narrative in even the most uneventful family vacation. Removed from the daily domestic grind and cast into a shapeless routine of idling and ambling in unfamiliar surrounds, intimate tensions are placed in stark relief, and the mood can swing with the ocean tides from giddy togetherness to no-one-understands-me exasperation. "Sueño Florianópolis," a wry, rambling, suitably sunstruck group character study from Argentine writer-director Ana Katz, gets this, and makes that erratic emotional ebb and flow its structural M.O.
It's a setup that could play out as broad bedroom farce, but Katz's interests are more empathetic and naturalistic than that: At the center of this slow-spinning lovers' carousel are four adults (or near-adults) all tasting independence in contrasting, occasionally conflicting ways, growing oddly closer as they learn to be further apart. If the family dynamics on screen feel notably textured and authentic, there may be more than one reason for that: Katz's loose, chattily perceptive script was co-written with her brother Daniel, while the young actors playing Julian and Flor are, respectively, the real-life children of their onscreen father and mother. They make for a disarmingly intuitive ensemble even at the family's most fraught moments, embellishing their limber dialogue with interruptions, overlaps and silences that feel pleasingly off-the-cuff.
Indeed, all the craft contributions are on much the same laid-back page, with a special mention due costume designers Sandra Fink and Diogo Costa for their witty, keen-eyed casualwear: It's a film in which even the swimsuit of each character, however ostentatious or time-faded, says a little something about them.” /> Gustavo Biazzi's relaxed, roving camerawork is fully in sync with the languid, to-and-fro rhythm of the piece, drinking in the pleasures of the gorgeous scenery without working overtime to contrive travelogue prettiness.