THE bones are a little too bare in this slow-paced documentary about journalism's endless hunt for eye-grabbing headlines. Taking place in Buenos Aires, the film focuses on journalists behind the scenes at the national newspaper Cronica. The grim realities of violence and death are the bread and butter for those working at the paper. Journalists are filmed on the phone to hospitals, police stations, and the morgue, chasing down as many gruesome details as they can. The sheer volume of crime speaks for the apparent desensitization of the public and press to the horror of these events. Directors Guarini and Cespedes let the journalists speak for themselves; no voice-over guides us through their daily grind. The footage of the busy newsrooms, however, drags its feet somewhat, and is not offset by many other shots. The camera zooms in on Martha, on the morgue beat, as she reflects on her own de facto exploitation of other peoples' misery. Most of the journalists grease the wheels with a lot of humour at the expense of their subjects, but claim it to be a necessary coping mechanism. The camerawork in this film is minimal, and it is difficult to maintain an interest in a string of (subtitled) talking heads.