In an unnamed Latin American country that closely resembles Mexico, the government fights a rural insurgency with torture, assault, rape, and murder. Don Plutarco, his son Genaro and his grandson Lucio live a double life: on one hand they are musicians and humble farmers, on the other they support the campesina peasant guerilla movement’s armed efforts against the oppressive government. When the military seizes the village, the rebels flee to the sierra hills, forced to leave behind their stock of ammunition. While the guerillas organize a counter-attack, old Plutarco executes his own plan. He plays up his appearance as a harmless violin player, in order to get into the village and recover the ammunition hidden his corn field. His violin playing charms the army captain, who orders Plutarco to come back daily. Arms and music play a tenuous game of cat-and-mouse which ultimately results in painful betrayal.
This is an example of a truly great film. It holds its weight against the great greats of the canon, like Citizen Kane or Rome, Open City. To begin, the cinematography is amazing. I have not often seen a film as beautifully photographed as this. The story is as socially relevant as all the Italian Neo-realist films. The performances are great. I see very few problems with this film.
It surprises that it is not more well-known, while at the same time I'm not that surprised. Let's keep venerating bad films like Certified Copy.
One film we mexicans must be proud of. An ode to nature. Not just the landscape which is huge and haunting, but also the nature of people. Both the kindness and craftiness of Don Plutarco are true to some old mexican people. The thoughness of Genaro and Lucio handling guerrilla stuff, fighting the regime and fighting for daily survival. The rude commander opening his heart to the musician he must fight. The dialogue is simple yet convincing. "The music is over" What a line!