Love letters, ridiculous love letters, old letters from ridiculous lovers, and a pursuable girl. Then, there’s running in the swimming lessons, in college academies, in the empty lots of suburban Buenos Aires. Dedications, interviews, empty avenues, sketches, and militants. And in the end, two kids in the street, afar, screaming, and kissing.

A filmmaker meets her ex-boyfriend, who plays a role in her new film, in which the authenticity or falsity of a kiss in a gay scene is debated, with backstage included. Metacine or metagay? Gay cinema within cinema or cinema within gay cinema, variations of a daedalus of representations. "The current boyfriend" feeds on lateral humor, on the political of desire as a talk in the kitchen, on the flicker-free observation of who we are and what we pretend to be, as a nucleus that is reinterpreted with always different gestures, once as drama and another like comedy, almost without knowing which is appropriate.