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I can't say I loved this movie because I didn't but I had a really hard time hating it.
Let's put it this way: if the movie was silent, this would've been one of the greatest films I've ever seen. The cinematography was simply mind-blowing, as it is now usual in any mexican movie in the last decade. The soundtrack was actually really, really good. And the whole plotline (three friends on the verge of severe depression due to their sad, little, bourgeois lives, decide to go on a road trip to eat peyote and then randomly go to the US to find themselves in the process) was simply mesmerizing... in paper. The sad thing about this utter mess is that every single time any of the characters opened their mouth, shit came out of their mouths. Shit. That's the only word I can use to describe the dialogues: shit. Excrement. Poop. Caca.
The worst thing about this is to see the poor Andrés Almeida, one of the greatest rising actors currently working in Mexico, being wasted over and over again by being forced to speak said shit. Even with the kind of "dialogues" this movie pretends to have, Almeida manages to give an extraordinary performance that verges on flawlessness everytime he gets the chance. If you watch closely enough, you may find a tour-de-force performance somewhere beneath all the crap. His character is also the only one you can relate with and the one who feels more real as the other two are simply aliens who came to Earth and decided they wanted to be intellectual mexicans.
So, why are the dialogues shit?
Many people in Mexico complain that the language used in most of our films is far-fetched and unrealistic. Sadly, it isn't true. The whole colorful vocabulary used in almost any mexican movie, is what you listen to on the streets everyday (or in the mall, depending on the social group) and it is embarrasing but it is, ultimately, real. Some movies triumph in their use of language more than others.
Unfortunately (or luckily?), I haven't found (yet) any human being on this planet (less in this country) that speaks the way this so-called characters do. When you're on a road trip, what mystical power gets into you so you talk only about politics? What kind of friendship moves around the sole purpose of talking about POLITICS the whole damn time? Are these people REAL? Why do they insist on speaking ONLY about Bush, oil, war, mexican philosophers and poets, money, immigration and anti-american crap?
It's a true shame. If the movie had focused on real friendship issues and deep conversations about relationships or maybe the human nature, this movie would've been one of the greatest films on Earth.
It is not.
If you think, by any means, that Sean Penn's masterpiece Into the Wild is, in fact, a pretentious, new-hippy, Generation X, artsy piece of bullshit... go see this junk.
We have a word for this kind of movies in spanish: MAMONA. And this is the Queen.
NOTE: The 2 and a half stars (as my review may match a half-star movie) correspond to the beautiful plotline, the first 15 minutes, Andrés Almeida's performance, the fun soundtrack and the cinematography. If this elements weren't as great as they are, this is a 0 stars movie.