Soothing to the point of snoozy, Argentinian director Carlos Sorin’s movie about a lovably careworn middle-aged alcoholic – Alejandro Awada, who has the saddest smile this side of Stan Laurel – seeking recovery from the bottle and redemption from his past, boasts fetching Patagonian vistas, windy weather systems and some palpably authentic non-professional locals. All of which makes it perfectly diverting to watch and potently lacking in tension or surprise. From the instant we meet him, being awoken by a gas-station attendant rapping on his car window, Awada’s Marco is such a soft, likeable and almost baby-like soul you never worry that he will not get precisely the good fortune he so obviously deserves – or, God forbid, relapse – which makes sticking around for the outcome necessary only for those who like to see what they already know.

Sept. 7, 6:45 p.m., Scotiabank; Sept. 9, 3 p.m., and Sept. 14, 5:15 p.m., Cineplex Yonge & Dundas