Wild Tales

Argentinas nominee for the foreign-film Oscar is wild in every sense of the word. This farce about revenge is feral, ferocious and gut-bustingly funny. Writer-director Damin Szifron hasnt made one film hes made six, stitched together under one title and sent out to a world that may not be ready. Screw the pussies. Wild Tales is gleefully out for blood.

The opening tale, Pasternak, is set on a jet where the passengers, strangers all, realize theyve all done wrong by a guy named Pasternak. I wont spoil the fun, but this tale is as bug-fuck crazy as anything by Pedro Almodvar, who co-produced the film.

The comedy takes on darker colors in The Rats, in which a diner waitress (Julieta Zylberberg) finds herself serving the crook who drove her father to suicide. Ouch! In Road to Hell, a snotty driver gives the finger to a redneck. Big mistake. Bombita stars Ricardo Darn, Argentinas shiniest star, as a demolition engineer who takes on a towing service and the demons of the DMV. Booyah!

There are few laughs in The Deal, in which a rich man tries to pay off a gardener to take the rap for his hit-and-run brat of a son. But the fantastic final tale rectifies that. In Till Death Do Us Part, set at a Jewish wedding to end all weddings, the bride (rica Rivas, superb) and her cheating groom (Diego Gentile) turn marriage into gladiatorial slaughter. Youll laugh till it hurts. In Wild Tales, thats the point.