Fantasies for the deployed working man. X, Z, and H are Sons of Man, and the narrator is Satan. If I didn’t speak Spanish, I would have put masking tape on the screen to hide the subtitles (and missed the whole point, of course). Contrary to an opinion expressed below, this film is in no way an act of guerrilla filmmaking. Using your position of authority to harangue your students into working on your film for free is not guerrilla: it’s the heroic act of a desperate and individual voice.