Even though it features some great dialogue, especially as Maru (María Deschamps) narrates, this darkly comic Mexican take on teen angst makes for a really dull, self-important film. I was a teenager too, not so long ago, but I really can't identify with the "issues" of the protagonists. They're not troubled souls, as the film desperately wants you to believe, they're just whiny and immature brats. Frankly, a whole movie about Román's (Juan Pablo de Santiago) parents, played by Daniel Giménez Cacho and Rebecca Jones, would have been much better. Their presence, along with the strikingly beautiful cinematography, are the only worthy aspects of this so-called drama. In the end, I was almost tired from rolling my eyes so much. And they criticize me for not believing in Mexican cinema...