This movie has had a lot of favorable press from Hispanic audiences. The local (Tucson) media has been kind to it. A work of art it is not. So the question is whether you pay attention to the message, or get turned of, like I did, with how it was delivered. We definetly need good movies about the subject of Mexicans flowing into North America. This is not one of them. Once again we learn that actors should not write, direct and star in their own vehicles; as it just leads to a myopathic product.
Amateurs can do great work but almost everything about this movie is C grade. The bad guys all have one expression: self satisfying smirks. All of them must have gone to the Simon Legree school of villainous acting. I would have almost preferred it if they had gone to the Snidely Whiplash graduate school of delightful self parody! And when they misbehave it's in spades, so we can really loathe them. Speaking of Simon Legree there is an Uncle Tom's Cabin kind of simplicity to the movie. There are no shades to the characters, all are one - dimensional. We are forced to like the victims and hate the victimizers.
Frey decides to make his character an angry self loathing bigotted caricature, so that in the end I didn't care if he was redeemed, because he was now an angry other loathing bigotted caricature! Has he grown? We never find out, but in the cliches of these kind of movies we are to presume that he does.
An interesting twist is that the movie is in English with Spanish subtitles. I assume Frey did this to attract an Anglo audience. It would have worked better the other way around, so that the plot could have had a Mexican rhythm to it, and thereby somewhat masked it's faults.
Amateurs can do great work but almost everything about this movie is C grade. The bad guys all have one expression: self satisfying smirks. All of them must have gone to the Simon Legree school of villainous acting. I would have almost preferred it if they had gone to the Snidely Whiplash graduate school of delightful self parody! And when they misbehave it's in spades, so we can really loathe them. Speaking of Simon Legree there is an Uncle Tom's Cabin kind of simplicity to the movie. There are no shades to the characters, all are one - dimensional. We are forced to like the victims and hate the victimizers.
Frey decides to make his character an angry self loathing bigotted caricature, so that in the end I didn't care if he was redeemed, because he was now an angry other loathing bigotted caricature! Has he grown? We never find out, but in the cliches of these kind of movies we are to presume that he does.
An interesting twist is that the movie is in English with Spanish subtitles. I assume Frey did this to attract an Anglo audience. It would have worked better the other way around, so that the plot could have had a Mexican rhythm to it, and thereby somewhat masked it's faults.