Our Vulture Surrogate is Sosa (Ricardo Darín), a lawyer without a license, who nevertheless finagles unsuspecting and injured saps for his unsympathetic boss. Mired in a dead-end he perhaps projects salvation onto the angelic young doctor Luján (Martina Gusman). Ah, but this angel has yet to earn her wings on account of a heroin addiction she sometimes feeds in bathroom stalls in the middle of shifts which leaves her mistake-prone and strapped for money and leading her to take extra ambulance shifts to make ends meet. And it is on a fateful ambulance shift she meets Sosa who takes a shine and unsubtly worms his way into her existence.
"Carancho" (2010) is less twisty and turny than it is a bullet train, barreling toward the finish line and investing us in the outcome even if its main characters are not traditionally likable. Little of their past is revealed. Come to think of it, little of their present is revealed either and little of their future is glimpsed. So often our ultimate goal seems to be to somehow live in the moment, but the plights of Sosa and Luján suggest the moment is not all it's cracked up to be. They yearn for anything but the moment and, thus, when an opportunity presents itself to do the so-called right thing, they take it, perhaps in the hope that fate will finally shine down upon them and square their sins. Alas. The final scene might seem arbitrary but I would venture it's more an illustration of them finally hitting "bankrupt" on the Wheel of Fortune.
Not for nothing are Argentina's endless hit & runs at the center of "Carancho." In the end, like any great noir anti-hero, Sosa and Luján can't outrun fate.
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