i haven't seen 'let's go with pancho villa!' yet, but from the general reputation of that film I didn't expect this one to be as elliptical and interior, nor as genuinely perplexed with the notion of camaraderie as its main characters are. rosario is certainly not one to sympathize with, even ironically, but when the majority of the film is so light on its feet, even non-narrative in the middle sections, it's difficult to deny the torture of his final,…
just about the worst thing a film of its ilk can be, and what a loathsome and stupid ilk as it stands, is incurious. for a film about education and exploration it actually doesn't give a shit about anything beyond its auteur's noxious sentimental vanity and safe, long-distance gestures toward "personality." destined to be the #1 film on amazon prime for a decade
Here, everything smokes, burns, gleams, boils, blazes, evaporates, goes out, catches fire again, scatters sparks, crackles, and is consumed. Never before has life in any country been more fiery, or more ardent. The nature of this society that is always melting and reforming seems to say to itself after every work is finished, "Now on to the next one!"-just as Nature tells herself.
- Honore de Balzac, The Girl with Golden Eyes
