Tetro is a moody job shot in carefully-framed wide-screen and sumptuous black-and-white chiaroscuro - with a few gaudy color flashbacks. Bennie Tetrocini, an 18-year-old waiter on a luxury cruise ship, takes shore leave in Buenos Aires, looking for his long-lost older brother Angelo, whom he has idealized as a successful writer. Now calling himself Tetro - short for the family name but also Italian for "gloomy" - the exile is holed up in the atmospheric port slum La Boca and is not exactly thrilled to see his baby brother. Gallo makes a fabulous entrance, leg in a cast, wielding his crutch to vent displeasure on the furniture. Willful destruction is the signifier of integrity. The acting out grows increasingly extravagant on the road to Patagonia, where a formidable drama critic known as Alone (and hilariously swanned by Carmen Maura) has arranged a drama festival to honor the Parricidés movement and perhaps the play that Tetro has secretly written. Parricide or parody? J. Hoberman, Village Voice