I was truly expecting a movie with guts, but instead I saw the same 1930's stereotypes of Mexican life, hopelessness and despair, alcohol, drugs, poverty all in a somber scenery of backward never advancing, ignorant, supposedly clever plot that finds any excuse to use expletives and show the macho role at its most mundane. There are certainly many realities sampled in this film, but it paints with a broad brush over the vastness of a country that for all its defects has provided for millions. I'm truly disappointed with El Infierno's view that in Mexico there is nothing more than drugs, violence, corruption, etc. But there is no view of the fact that there are people with jobs, there are people that have a head for business, there are so many examples that are clearly cast off. My opinion that this is reminiscent of films from the 30's is in regard to photographic aspects of the film, it seems that in Mexico we don't ever plaster any walls and that we can either only live in hovels or haciendas. There is always a fat corrupt politico and only brown skinned children suffer. As a Mexican I am truly offended that for all my efforts of getting up early to go to work and not falling into the category this film assumes is my reality, it is truly sad that this type of garbage is out there representing my country.
