
There's not much more to Las Acacias than that, the external progress of the lorry along the road facilitating the rather more hard-won progress in the relationship being formed within it. What keeps the thing ticking over is Giorgelli's casting. That the director has half an eye on turning in an arthouse crowdpleaser is evident from his selection of the most cherubic baby on the whole South American continent, but the grown-ups are good, lived-in, ordinary types, more present and direct than the non-professionals the arthouse tends to favour, and able to keep phoniness away from what could have been a highly sentimental journey: de Silva just shades it, not necessarily a macho man in the Latin tradition, but a man's man, a loner coming to realise how lonely his life has become. On balance, a safer rental option may be Due Date - which features far less staring out of the side windows - but Las Acacias has a quiet, ambulant charm well-suited to matinee viewing; if it runs the risk of having some passengers fall asleep in the back, you do find yourself growing increasingly fond of this pair, puttering onwards into an uncertain future.
Las Acacias is now available on DVD.
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