See El Tio Facundo at this year's LALIFF Film Festival Oct.11-16, 2009 in Hollywood. For more check out:
http://latinofilm.org/festival/
In Cártamo, where I was born, something happened during the summer of 1952 that pretty much shattered my hopes of ever having a normal life.
José, my father, and the rest of my family had lived quietly there until that Tuesday at 10 am when without much warnings Uncle Facundo showed up.
My father always told us he was the black sheep of the family and Aunt Fermina claimed that he had poisoned his wife and kept all her money. Nevertheless, he looked like a swell guy, and as soon as he arrived we were all charmed by his charisma and it was due to his advice that we got to feel true happiness for the first time in our lives.
But just as soon as we started enjoying ourselves a little, things ended up getting inexplicably out of control, don't they always?
We had to go back to our old ways but, how could we tell Uncle Facundo?
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