
2001 · Lucrecia Martel
How La Ciénaga has been received, argued over, and remembered.
It arrived at Berlin in 2001 as the shot heard round the New Argentine Cinema, winning the Alfred Bauer Prize, and its stature has only grown since — capped when a 2022 poll of Latin American critics voted it the greatest Latin American film ever made.
The eternal split: is its plotless, humid drift a hypnotic masterpiece of dread or just ninety minutes of sweaty people not getting out of the pool — 'nothing happens' vs 'everything happens' is the whole comment section.
Cinephiles talk about it in sounds and textures — the scrape of metal chairs on a patio, ice clinking in wine glasses, that filthy swimming pool — images that made it the shorthand for bourgeois rot and a touchstone for two decades of slow cinema.
A Criterion-canonised 'you must have seen this' of 21st-century cinema, the anchor of the New Argentine Cinema, and a fixture of great-debuts and best-of-the-century lists.