Sort of like Little Miss Sunshine crossed with Y Tu Mamá Tambièn with neither the comedy nor the unsettlingly dark sexuality, respectively, Rolling Family straps us all in for a long, rambling family trip to God-only-knows-where for the wedding of a relative no one cares about, while half of the people stuffed in the motor home want to fuck each other. The weather is stifling, mosquitoes are biting, and there's about twenty irritated Argentineans crammed together bickering en Español very rapidly. The passing landscape is beautiful and the acting is never forced, but even with subtitles, the dialogue is so fluid that names and relations are hard to follow. Also characters unfortunately weren't developed enough to be very distinguishable in the swarm of flailing limbs and tongues, so when random members of this family start necking, it's hard to tell if it's just a matter of malapropos lust or if it crosses into incest territory. The best part of this movie is the family matron, played by the director's actual grandmother – but if I wanted to watch an adorable Argentinean granny making snappy quips in Spanish, I think I'd rather watch Golden Girls with the SAP turned on.