In this film, which takes place for the most part inside a house that seems to be isolated from any contemporaneity, except for the news coming from television and the ringing of cell phones, Perrone shows the routines of his characters as rites of stagnation: the novel at full volume, the haircuts, the text messages. In the house of Los actos cotidianes there is a certain refuge in the family in front of a world that is guessed hostile, too wide and foreign.
