a slow, meandering film which tries to get viewers moving to the village's seasonal rhythms, but instead riffs far too long on a repetitive beat.
This film may be slow and meandering to you because you suffer from the same disease that most people do in today's visual culture; a weakening attention span. As Anthony Hopkins once said, 'what happened to the days where the camera remains stationary allowing the actors to just act and the story to just unfold.'
All of you rotten reviewers are hopelessly wrong in your assessment of this film. Reminiscent of Yasujiro Ozu, this Mexican film is an absolute gem that poetically captures the hardships endured by the Mexican nuclear family when the father (or mother) is forced to find work in America to adequately provide for those dearly loved. Arresting in its simplicity and visually striking in its execution, I recommend all to see this film when given the chance. Cannes recognized it for a very good reason, as it restores our hope for the future of cinema.
Oct 18 - 02:50 PM