Directors Micheal Dweek and Gregory Kershaw take us into the sparse remote world of Argentine gauchos (and one gaucha).

It’s filmed in a bleached black-and-white with extended scenes showing the day to day cowboy life. Central is their connection to horses and intense protectiveness of their livestock. There is a moment of silence as they doff hats and pay respect to a dead cow. As expected, it’s a masculine culture but we see one young woman struggling to fit in.

It has the feel of observation particularly in the lack of any contextualisation, but the spoken pieces and set scenes have the feel of theatre. It’s a way to tell the story – the woman asks her father if he is proud of her, the old timer is asked by another gaucho what he would do differently. It keeps us at a bit of a distance though, as does the quiet pace and lack of drama or narrative.

There are some gems – a glimpse of a gaucho dancing, the woman’s first fall at the rodeo taking place off screen, the whitewashed buildings and grizzled faces. I saw why fashion gaucho pants are as they are. But by the end I felt like I’d flipped through a coffee table book of photos without really learning much.