Argentina’s 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 Damián Szifron hasn’t made one film — he’s 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 they’ve all done wrong by a guy named Pasternak. I won’t spoil the fun, but this tale is as bug-fuck crazy as anything by Pedro Almodóvar, 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 Darín, Argentina’s 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 (Érica Rivas, superb) and her cheating groom (Diego Gentile) turn marriage into gladiatorial slaughter. You’ll laugh till it hurts. In Wild Tales, that’s the point.