The worst thing about the corset, by far,
was when I dropped some change and had to pretend not to care.
I couldn't bend down to pick them up.
Since then, I pretend not to care about what I can't have.
THE END OF LOVE
It stings a lot.
-The cucumber? -No, the cream on my face.
-I'll get some aloe vera. -Debi, don't be such a crybaby.
Mijal! Focus. I need you to focus.
Show me more joy. Lift your leg up.
Be like Ofelia. Look at her pose.
You need more flair. Come on.
Put your legs closer. I need to show both pantyhose.
-They're the same! -No, yours is tighter.
-Do we need to do this now? -Yes, Tam. Go help.
I am. But you help me. I have to do this by tomorrow.
My first clients. I can't mess up.
Clients?
Nothing. I'm a community manager now.
-Ofelia, shut up. -A job is a job.
I had to replace the radio show.
You're a CM? So is my friend and she's doing great.
She handles international brands.
Give me her number! I'm sure we can collaborate.
I work with a factory that makes pantyhose for diabetics.
It's family-owned.
What about the newspaper? It didn't work out?
Since they fired Martín, they hired Gen-Zers
who won't give me a single column.
They say feminism and relationships are old topics.
They say I always talk about the same thing. Unbelievable.
Tami, I'll do your brows after your sister's done.
Okay, girls, come on. Mijal.
Cheer up! Smile! Being diabetic isn't so bad. Come on.
THE WOMEN OF MY LIFE
Religion isn't my thing.
But I don't ignore it or act like nothing happened.
That's why I can't stand this city.
Tami's love for it is baffling. She sells it like a politician.
I have nothing against it, but...
I'm the youngest, so I have to live the story as they lived it
and do what they did with the past.
I won't do that.
Tami, isn't it weird to record in the bathroom?
Can I stay with a tourist visa until I renew mine?
You don't know? Isn't this your job? I'll hold the line.
Wait.
-Mom! You jabbed me! -All right, all right.
-Sorry. -We need a stapler for this.
-Tami, do you have a stapler? -No.
What? How do you not have a stapler here?
Mom, if I don't send money, I lose my roomie.
-Does it have to be now? -Yes.
-You can say no, Mom. -Don't start, Tami.
Why should she do everything you say?
Ow! This dress looks terrible on me.
-It doesn't. -All wedding dresses are the same.
No, Shirley Plotka's was like Lady Di's.
Stop, I can't. Let it go.
I'm the one who can't.
Shouldn't you take this off me now?
-Five minutes, doll. -If I'm bald, I'll kill you.
It's in the instructions.
Hi, Dad. I've been calling you for a while, please pick up.
It's urgent.
-Don't freak me out, Laura. -I won't say a thing.
Calm down and call again.
-Okay, I'll call him. -Relax!
-I still need to get my makeup done! -Bye.
I'll get a heart attack.
Dad, call me back, please. I'm calling Mom.
Can you pick up?
Since I was a girl, I wanted the perfect family but without the kids.
Is that a thing?
I think it is.
I've always imagined growing old with someone.
A sturdy, unyielding love.
A love of many years. The love of my life.
For straight girls, that's hand in hand with motherhood, right?
Come on, Debi, don't cry.
Is it about the money?
Forget about it!
A canceled wedding is cheaper than a divorce.
-Think of it... -It's not that!
If you're not calling it off, get up!
Your face will look swollen in photos.
-I don't want photos. -Right.
-Debi, come on. -I don't like to be looked at. Never did.
It's a bit late for that, babe. You're the bride.
I can't do it.
What's upsetting you?
Married life? It's no different from the one you have.
It's not that.
Living together? You already live with Gaby.
I like living with Gaby.
I'll never live with anyone ever again.
I think about it and...
What is it then?
I'm embarrassed.
You know?
Getting married?
No, walking in there...
Having everyone stare at me. I don't like it.
Oh, you have stage fright!
No, listen, don't cry. I'll solve it.
I'll fix it in a second.
Don't worry. Hold on.
Lau, we need to have an intervention for Debi.
Talk to your dealer. We need a fantasy kit.
Some Molly for me. You'll probably get pills. For Debi...
Is cocaine fine?
I don't know.
I don't know. It makes me lucid. It might get you paranoid.
Joint. A joint.
Get a joint for Debi. We're good with that for now.
Come on, bring that emergency kit.
Listen. Look at me.
Look at your face!
-Calm down. -Yes.
Let's put makeup on and finish getting ready.
And we'll get going, okay?
I started working very young.
I moved to Israel.
And while I was studying
to teach the Torah,
I worked as a babysitter.
I was in Israel for five years.
That's why I married a bit late.
At 25.
Stop brushing that wig, you'll make it bald!
Why don't you do it? You comb it better.
-I'm busy. -Hello!
-Hi! -Look.
How do you like this look?
It's perfect for a granddaughter's wedding, right?
Beautiful. I'll help you with...
What's going on, Dad?
You're not dressed. It's late.
-I'm not going. -What do you mean?
Did you know about this?
I'm not meddling.
-Why aren't you coming? -It's a Reform temple.
Yes, Dad. It's a Reform one.
It's a Reform one.
-Ouch. -You should be thankful.
She'll probably be your only granddaughter to marry in a temple.
And perhaps the only married one.
What do you mean, the only one married?
Come on, Dad, enough theatrics for today.
No one asked me.
Why would anyone ask you?
Men and women all mixed up.
You know what? Do what you want.
You're the one missing your granddaughter's wedding.
The good thing about the vape is it doesn't make you cough.
And your throat doesn't itch. Burning paper smells.
I don't feel anything.
You keep going.
Is it safe for you?
I'm not pregnant.
But maybe mixing Molly
with the hormones can have side effects.
Should we ask Ruthie?
Can you imagine getting married for real?
What do you mean, for real?
Well, if we were still religious.
A virgin.
-A virgin! -A virgin! Horrible.
If you have stage fright for this, imagine when you're fucking.
No one fucks on their wedding night.
Drunk, sweaty, dressed up, high,
feet all blistered...
Whoever says they fucked is a liar.
-Will you marry Mora? -I don't know. I hope so.
What if she leaves you?
You keep the kid. You give birth and put him under your name.
Get married and get alimony.
Girls, Laura paid for the pills.
-Yes. -The Molly...
Well, it's on me.
-Really? -Can I pay you Monday?
My dad had to pay me back today and didn't.
I told you not to give your savings to your dad.
It was obvious you'd lose it.
Can you stop scaring me, Laura?
You say I'll be a single mom, and I can't say your dad's a bastard?
Girls.
I need to walk.
-Let's go. -No, grab her.
Leave her alone.
She left...
And I stayed on the other side of the wall.
No, I mean...
She left me on the other side.
She was my only ally.
I have friends.
But there was a world I could only share with you.
I had to hold it tight, so it wouldn't disappear when you left.
I kept reading novels,
as if they were the Torah.
So I wouldn't get lost.
When you came to my wedding,
it was like that world returned, reloaded.
Blossomed.
And it's not just Tamara's world anymore.
It's not you pushing me to be brave.
It's also Ofelia's world.
Maybe it could be mine too.
And my baby's.
Thanks, Tam.
I'd love to get into a mikveh.
What if we go to one?
Let's say I'm getting married too and go together.
Laura and I want to see it.
Please.
Naked women immersed in a fountain...
It's not a fountain. It's a pool.
Naked or with panties?
Stop, Laura! I'm getting horny.
-Me too. -Stop, it's a pure thing.
Purity always got me horny.
When water reaches the clitoris,
they know they'll have sex again with their husbands.
That intimacy.
That preparation is so sexy.
Debi, do you also think there are no Orthodox lesbians?
-Has she arrived? -Apparently not.
-Should be here, right? -She was with Tamara.
Where did she go?
I don't know.
Tamara's not answering.
Mom, where are Debi and Tamara?
No, but they can't be far. Should be here now.
She won't pick up the phone.
Excuse me, are you the bride's mom?
-Yes. -The rabbi can't make it. He's sick.
What does he have?
Just food poisoning.
So who will marry her?
Don't worry, we have a replacement.
We don't take replacements in our family.
Such bad luck.
-This is a bad omen. -Relax.
Since when do Jews believe in bad luck?
Enough. Girls.
What do I always say? Life's a plan B.
Okay? We'll take the replacement rabbi.
Ma'am, she's a female rabbi.
-It's Rabbi Marcovsky. -That's awesome.
A female rabbi? Plan B is better than plan A.
Let the female rabbi come.
A great omen.
Ruthie!
Can I put gemstones on you?
Sure, go ahead. What the heck.
You're the ultimate mother, Ruthie.
The only thing I envy Tam for.
Honey.
The chosen family thing is very popular nowadays.
Right? I have two questions.
First, what do we do with the non-chosen family?
I have a "chosen family."
Laura, Tam, Ruthie...
What about the other one? They're still there.
It's easier to form a family than to get rid of one.
You didn't tell me how it looks on me.
Tam and Debi are here already.
Excuse me, I'm looking for the bride's parents.
The bride only has a mother.
Sorry, the rabbi told me.
-What do you need her for? -I'm Sandra, the replacement rabbi.
Wait, I'll get Ruthie.
Thanks.
Excuse me, are there many female rabbis in Buenos Aires?
There are a few. I know three.
Do they study with men?
Yes, at the same place.
The rabbinical seminary.
So, anyone can enroll?
Yes, anyone can.
Anyone who's Jewish.
Converted or by birth.
I thought about being an actress, a singer...
It was a fun idea.
But I always thought a calling was something
that isn't fun, but fulfilling.
It crushes you.
I want that.
Being crushed by the burden of work.
If I think about it...
communities are my thing.
To think about a community.
What I didn't know was
that it could come from tradition.
Although it's not weird.
I'm a traditional person.
Yes. In many ways.
Excuse me.
Hi, David.
You brought Goliath?
Careful. Is she there?
There she is.
Hi!
Tami, Tami... We're all tipsy already.
Play the video or no one will pay attention.
Bring the laptop and I'll do it.
-What video? -The confessions in the bathroom.
But I recorded those for myself.
You didn't do it for Debi's wedding?
It was your only job, Tam. Making a video!
But it's not for this. People won't understand it.
It's for us.
A memoir of the women in the family. The power...
It's for you. Fine. We get it. It's for you.
She's not listening to me. Please.
It's for the family. It's...
You didn't even record yourself.
You always want to be the different one.
Are you kidding?
Talk about yourself. Don't make our things public.
-You only do it for your columns. -Stop.
I'm talking to you, Tamara!
Please, don't get into a fight now.
I'll ask Gaby's mom to put up pictures of them and that's it.
-It's done. -You know what, Miju?
-What? -At least I make my own money.
And spend it in my country.
-That has nothing to do with this! -Stop.
Stop. Don't fight now!
Mijal will live here and spend her dollars here.
I already told you I won't stay here.
You won't go anywhere illegally.
-You'll stay here. Dance. -I won't talk about it.
Juani! Everything okay?
Tell me if I'm hearing this right.
I asked him to tell you himself, to have the balls to tell you.
But he wouldn't on Tamara's wedding.
But it's not Tamara's, it's her sister's wedding!
Tamara will never get married!
The important part's coming.
The loan guy screwed him over and hanged himself, that son of a bitch.
He hanged himself at his office, can you believe it?
-No! -And your dad, of course...
He doesn't dare to tell you, but it's not his fault.
The guy fucked up and killed himself.
I know it's your lifetime savings, honey.
Let it go, Juani. You're young.
You'll save again. People died, honey.
But we're alive.
All my money!
They fucking lost all my money.
This is it. I'm done.
I'm an orphan now. I'm done.
I'll block them. They're dead to me.
That's horrible, Juani.
This is a fucking mess.
She said I would never get married?
Lau! Lau.
-Lau! -Hey!
I've been texting you. Been outside for 40 minutes!
-Why didn't you come in? -I barely know anyone, Lau.
You look so pretty.
Can you imagine our wedding?
But we'll wait after the baby's born, so he can be the ring bearer.
What did you take?
Molly, pills. Want some? I have a kit.
Tel Aviv!
Are you serious?
Why?
Just look at you!
What? You're being uptight?
Me? What's with you?
You have to take care of your body!
What's going on? You stood me up at the gynecologist's.
You don't care if I'm here or not. What's wrong?
Hey, come on. Cheer up!
I'm not pregnant yet. It's all good.
-I'm leaving. You're such a brat. -What?
Mora!
Hey!
Are you leaving me?
Are you leaving me when I'm hormonal and ready to be pregnant?
You're not. You're just high.
-We'll talk some other time. -Wait!
Don't even think about crying, okay?
Let's go.
My reason always betrays me
My heart dominates me
I don't know how to fight against love
I'll always fall in love
With those who don't fall in love with me
And that's why my soul cries
I can't take it any more
It's the same old story
I can't take it any more
I'm sick of spinning like a Ferris wheel
To live like this is to die of love
For love, my soul is wounded
For love
I have no life but your life
Melancholy
To live like this is to die of love
I'm a slave to his kisses
I'm a friend
And I want to be more than that
Melancholy...
-Grandpa missed a hell of a party! -Yes!
Speaking of Grandpa,
we need to rent out Grandpa and Grandma's apartment
to pay for the nursing home.
You'll have to move.
Don't laugh! You'll have to move!
Hey, Mom-in-law!
I can't get used to you calling me that.
That's why I always say life's a plan B.
For example...
I would have never wanted Javier to die,
but...
If he was still alive...
I don't know.
Maybe the girls wouldn't...
Wouldn't have followed their own paths.
No. Nonsense. They would have.
Yes. They...
They would have found the way.
Yes...
And he...
No, he...
He would've adapted too.
Yes.
No, Tami. Cut out that last part. Cut it.
-Hey! -Hey!
Hi.
I'm so glad you came! So glad!
It's Gaby's wedding. We had to.
Let me introduce you. This is Irina.
Hi, Irina. You're so beautiful.
She's pretty.
-Yes. -I'm such a big fan.
-I am. I had to tell her. -That's fine.
All right.
So cute.
I really want to thank you.
Thanks for coming.
You both look cute.
You look cute together. You look so handsome, Fede.
-Thanks. -Really handsome.
What's this?
-It's an arrow. -It's a ring.
Wow!
Matching tattoos!
Guys! But what is it? I don't get it.
-An arrow. -It's a symbol.
An arrow, because you met...
And Cupid's arrow hit.
Wow!
But it's permanent.
-Permanent. -Yes, I know.
-You look so cute. -Thanks.
-No, thank you. -Tam!
-Champagne's calling you. -Yes.
-Hi. -Thank you for coming.
-Bye. -See you.
Bye.
Engagement rings!
They tattooed engagement rings! They're engaged!
Do they live in an American sitcom?
People watch too much TV, then do this stuff.
It's fine. It's a commitment symbol.
The ability to do something for others.
-Some of us don't have that. -Lau.
If anyone has the ability, it's you.
Evidently not. I clearly have a limit.
That's different.
You can't just go around giving.
In order to give, you have to want to first.
You can't just give it away like an object.
Just like that.
And there are things...
that you would have liked to be.
And that you will never be.
At least, not now.
It's okay to mourn the kid you'll never have.
Or the relationship you'll never have.
Even if you chose it "freely."
You'll make me cry.
Hey, calm down.
It's exactly what you're saying.
You give... You put yourself out there,
your job, your time, your body,
your love, your money... Your money!
To shitty people!
People that can't take care of anything!
Get it?
Incapable of giving love, care or whatever.
The funny thing is I give because I want to be taken care of!
I want them to give me something they can't give me.
It's impossible. It doesn't exist.
It's Lacan's definition of love.
What?
"Loving...
"is giving what one does not have."
He talks about castration.
In order to love,
you have to accept incompleteness.
That you're incomplete,
and the other is, too.
Okay, let's go.
Let's go dance with Debi.
Let's do the mitzvah.
What's a mitzvah?
A mitzvah is the opposite of a sin.
An action that adds value to the world.
I don't believe in anything.
But I believe in mitzvot.
I got that when I was 10 and attended a wedding.
I was sitting alone in a corner,
and my mom came and told me to dance with the bride.
Because dancing with the bride
and making her happy...
It's a mitzvah.