Reviews by fernando

Mejor que su precuela "Un rincón cerca del cielo". Grandes bloques narrativos, con Infante asciendo en fortuna y desgraciándose a pesar de la abnegación de Marga y de su amigo millonario Tony. Interpreta bien a José Alfredo en la cantina.

A world apart for Elizabeth Harman. She lacks fury, because she has just one breakdown and is too strong for resist the humiliations. Winters is so convincing in such a oprobious role, that she deserved her oscar.

Kind of funny to see the private sponsors of the film after explaining that it hasn't received state sponsorship (OAS, Odebrecht, Camargo Correa and so on). It is hagiographic and has moments of doubt, but just strategic and political doubts (to strike or not to strike this moment), not moral

If I have to pick just one scene is Malden praying in the whole/hell; vertical stuff os ascension after descending to the social hell. The sky remains the roof with the pigeons.

Once in a lifetime, Marlon. Is excellent, the mood, tha landscape with waves and the sea, the house near the town, the actors, the plot inside the themes of vengenace and search of identity and refusar of a father figure.

So effective, The evolution of the danish nationalist brute to a tender fahterly man is corny, I know, but the theme as violent as abstract and schematic of the cleaning of a mined camp is too good...

The precise testimonies for knowing and maybe understanding Mapplethorpe: sis, little bro, colleagues and friends that doesn't save us what they think of the man's arribism and oportunism and using people, and a picture of gay sex life before the plague

Good point, well explained and repeated and analized in its historic evolution: mass incarceration black oriented, in a way is a continuation of slavery. But they don't explore, don't even discuss a contestative theory: You do need to have punishment and prisons, ¿don't you? And there are also white prisononers, don't they?

Encanto similar a 'Nosotros los pobres' que le permite a Rodríguez sus imágenes más audaces (el Camellito pisado por el tren, el bebe carbonizado), el romance de Chachita y el Ata (rantado) cobra más fuerza y ternura. Ah, esta última es clave, es la licencia llorona del machismo

La armonía coral de la pobreza elevada a todos los altares en los que ya la puesto Monsiváis. Rodríguez es un Indio Fernández sin ideología nacionalista, pero sí un populismo más vasto...