Adentro mío estoy bailando

“A language is a dialect with an army and a navy” is a phrase popularized by the scholar Max Weinreich. In this perceptive Argentine film, Yiddish is not only a dialect lost after the pogroms and the Second World War, but also a music, a culture; it’s a voice without a territory to shelter it after being forced into a diaspora so big that the survival of these unique riches was almost impossible. ADENTRO MÍO ESTOY BAILANDO works as several films in one, a circuitous road movie that combines four or five parallel, intersecting narrative threads. There’s the musical analysis, the historical commentary, the mockumentary about the shooting of the film, the love story between the co-directors and the loving portrait of the villagers from Eastern Europe where their investigation takes them. Candid, humanistic and intelligent, ADENTRO MÍO ESTOY BAILANDO is representative of the way in which we, the descendants of Jewish immigrants, try to understand the experiences of our ancestors. We heard the stories, imagined the scenarios, but still wouldn’t be able to locate those places on a map. There is no homeland to return to. What remains is a broken artifact, a trauma, a song in a language ever less spoken. (Diego Lerer)

In the presence of Leandro Koch, Paloma Schachmann, Bob Cohen and Fumie Suzuki.