Two gay (implied or overt) guys on the lam — it’s a genre of sorts, in films ranging from Compulsion to Swoon, from Rope to Murder by Numbers. From Argentina, which has been enjoying a film renaissance of sorts, at least among distributors, comes one of the more tedious and unsavory examples of the form. In the murky Buenos Aires of 1965, dark and handsome El Nene (Leonardo Sbaraglia) bumps into Ángel (Eduardo Noriega) in a lavatory. Ángel tells El Nene he hears voices all the time, and if they are the prolix voiceover narrators on the soundtrack, he has good reason to complain. El Nene stubs out a cigarette and kisses him. They become lovers and a bank-robbing combo nicknamed "The Twins" who are known for their desperation and ruthlessness, so it’s no surprise when a heist goes wrong and Ángel is wounded and they must hide out in Montevideo until fate and female treachery do them in. Director Marcelo Piñeyro evokes some of the mood but none of the acid accuracy of Kubrick’s The Killing while indulging in the baroque, operatic excess of Fassbinder’s last films, but it all adds up to the monotony of dull vicious men holed up in a small room, with no escape, for the viewer or the characters, except the inevitable, too-long delayed bloodbath.