A flat in Prenzlauer Berg in the 1980s, a woman and some tango music. A personal essay in which the director explores the origins of the tango, questions archives, texts, old photos and film material, finally even an Argentine, interpreting the tango as a cultural practice closely related to politics and society. But there is its other side, too: the sensual, erotic side visualised in staged scenes. Both levels, past and present, here and there, become blurred.
In the end the woman is forced to realise that she can never get the tango feeling. What is distant remains foreign, Montevideo an impossible dream in the GDR of the leaden 1980s. A grief that, translated into dance, could be a tango.
– Grit Lemke