“We are the fucking gringos, aren’t we.”

To say I didn’t expect much from this would be a candidate for understatement of the year. Kevin Kline seemed about the only thing it had going for it and the reviews I’d read were mostly not good. But if this doesn’t eventually pick up as much kudos as a Babel, Crash, or my personal choice for comparison Man on Fire, there’s something wrong in the world of film. This has a perfect pace, the photography is beautiful and – I think it’s becoming my mantra this year – it goes all the way it needs. I loved the slight buddy movie humour between Kline and Cesar Ramos, there is a scene that makes wonderful use of Rufus Wainwright’s “Agnus Dei” (which I never really liked that much, especially as the start of “Want Two” which is otherwise fantastic), and it even has some open ends to ponder. I’m glad to find other people on the IMDb message boards wondering about the boy at the end and the girl who tries to sell Kline Adriana. Is she his daughter, now a part of the system that took her from him? Is that Veronica’s son?

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