In a town erased from the maps where there is not even electricity, a teenage girl dreams of being a boxer. When she learns that her uncle will box for the world title and the event will be broadcast live on television, she and the community will go out of their way to watch the fight, while fighting for her dignity and against oblivion.
The taxi drivers of Cali, both those working the day shift and those working the night shift, talk about work, customers, and violence, revealing their vision of the city, real or fantasized. Third installment of the crafts trilogy.
'A Ballad for dead children' is a tribute to Andrés Caicedo and Cali and it's group, as the seed of a cinematographic phenomenon, but it goes one step further. Testimonies and fragment readings compose, together with a very powerful archive material, the story of a story that has a deep sense and cinematographic interest: the story of Andrés and his eternal fascination with horror literature and cinema b, the of the boy who was born to write, that of the young man who decided to mock death by planning his own ending. A film that tries to maintain the difficult balance on the fine line that separates and unites the two: man and work, work and man, in an eternal and indissoluble way.
Every man is a story, says one of Kraken's best-known songs, but only a handful are a legend and that is the case of Elkin Ramírez, the Titan, the mythical leader and vocalist of the most famous rock band in Colombia. Through testimonies from those who knew him well, his friends, his family, his musicians ... valuable archive images and of course a lot of rock, the film draws the past to bring us to the present, at the moment when a new vocalist , Roxana, and the band itself, wonder whether or not they will be well received, knowing that rock fans are among the most demanding and faithful audiences that exist. A documentary for nostalgics, for rockers and for music lovers in general, but also for those who want to know more about the national history of a genre that is also a country, less mainstream, if you will, but whose voice resonates strongly who we are.
To protect them from the evil eye, tradition says that newborns must be soaked and wrapped in a blanket from toe to neck for seven days. When her child is born, Hana decides to ignore what she believes to be an old superstition.
