|BATTLE IN HEAVEN (BATALLA EN EL CIELO) (director/writer: Carlos Reygadas; cinematographer: Diego Martinez Vignatti; editors: Adoración G. Elipe/Benjamin Mirguet/Carlos Reygadas/Nicolas Schmerkin; music: John Tavener; cast: Marcos Hernández (Marcos), Anapola Mushkadiz (Ana), Bertha Ruiz (Marcos's Wife), David Bornstien (Jaime), Rosalinda Ramirez (Viky), El Abuelo (Chief of Police); Runtime: 95; MPAA Rating: NR; producers: Carlos Reygadas/Jaime Romandia; Tartan Video; 2005-Mexico-in Spanish with English subtitles)|
strangeness becomes its strength."
by Dennis Schwartz
auteur Carlos Reygadas ("Japon"/"Post
Tenebras Lux"/"Silent Light") works without a
screenplay and flails out at his country's hypocrisy
over religious, military and social class matters. He
does that through a few graphic shocking scenes
(opening with a blowjob between our mentally
challenged obese hero and the aristocratic pussy
shaved beauty he works for). The pic is an existential
journey as seen through some pathetic characters
straining to find their humanity but confused on which
authority figures to seek answers from.
talented young director uses long tracking shots and
glaring close-ups that are as detailed as possible,
and it's filmed at a leisurely pace. It seems anxious
to clue us in that there's a heavy guilt trip paid for
living in a Catholic country exposed to so much
temptation. The director also shows us that Mexico
City has some fascinating geometric designs that might
go unnoticed in the city's hustle and bustle without
taking time to explore the city through aerial shots.
Reygadas jabs away at his immobilized working-class hero, as if looking to pick a fight with him for being so dense and such a cipher. He also is not bashful about throwing into the mix a slimy masturbation sequence of our hero jacking off while watching a championship soccer game on TV, and doesn't seem to care who he offends or what kind of point he's making.
impoverished Mexico City dwelling Marcos (Marcos
Hernández, the non-actor is the real-life
chauffeur for Reygadas's father) is a sullen man
of few words, who is an overweight, middle-aged
chauffeur who for the last fifteen years drives for a
wealthy Mexican general and is entrusted to drive the
general's dread-locked, heavily tatted and body
pierced friendly but spaced-out young adult daughter,
Ana (Anapola Mushkadiz), who when not
living a comfy bourgeois life secretly gets
her kicks working in an upscale brothel as a
prostitute--a secret guarded by Marcos.
is distraught when he learns the baby of an
acquaintance (Rosalinda Ramirez),
that he kidnapped with his loving fatty wife (Rosalinda
Ramirez) for ransom, has accidentally
died. Feeling guilty he confesses to Ana, who tells
him to turn himself in. For the remainder of the
story, Marcos seeks redemption for his crime and in
his twisted mind finds a way to punish himself in a
religious ritual with self-degradation by crashing a
massive pilgrimage taking place in the city and also
by lashing out with a fatal stabbing at the only
stranger who showed him any love.
That the hero is a lost soul, who has no idea of why things didn't work out for him, underlines a film that will not feed you easy psychological answers for the crimes but settles for being richly shot as a visual treat, one that looks like a photo album with photos trying to tell such a personal morbid and senseless story instead of a literary narrative The pic's strangeness becomes its strength, as it is aesthetically pleasing and then some, even if not completely satisfying in a rational narrative sense. It tries to ruefully convey to us that forgiveness comes only from within and not through some outside force, and in its own quirky way gets home its point that it's no accident that Mexico is such a fucked-up crime-ridden country.
REVIEWED ON 2/6/2014 GRADE: B+
Dennis Schwartz: "Ozus' World Movie Reviews"
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