Latin flick

Robyn and I went to the US premiere of an Argentinean film Tattooed Tuesday night as part of the Havana Film Festival. Was a very quiet film about a teenage boy's search for info about his mother. She tattooed his arm when he was 3 years old before leaving him and his father. I thought the guy who played the son did an especially nice job of acting. The film itself didn't change my life, but I subscribe to its parting message ("everything happens for a reason"). We noticed the film's subtitles contained a lot of grammatical errors and typos, which was amusing - then annoying. Hey, proofreading can sometimes be a good thing.