Elongated, 1-emotion-only narrative without an insightful conscience, having no more to say about the morality of its subject matter than the Saw films that portray senseless cruelty thinly veiled behind false feelings of emotional cleansing in an awkward and ill, non-realistic attempt to analyze and dissect the true root of the problems at hand. Like watching a PSA in a universe where the only emotion is depression.
"The Mexican Pulp Fiction." I've met lots of people that think anything made by "trashy, dirty Mexicans" ain't worth a damn because of their Third World standard of living and stereotypical roles in American society. Even though this film incorporates exactly these elements, to me the director was well able to take them as they were and create some excellent, emotionally evocative filmography.
Lo mejor del dúo González Iñárritu y Arriaga. Filmes independientes con un drama para nada barato. Todos los personajes parecen ser víctimas del azar, salvo uno, justamente el único que está en vía a la redención. Una película realista que posiblemente encuentra en la trama de una actriz la más fulminante. El quiebre de una pareja se inicia desde su llegada a un apartamento. El piso podrido predice la desmoronación.
With its comic book sensibilities, hackneyed sense of conflict and immaculate craft, amores perros could have been -and perfectly- a talented adolescent adventure, with nothing more to say than to elicit a few jolts and guilty kicks from the audience; but the pretentiousness -caused in fact by overreaching thoughtlessness- is so unbearable that the film sends itself to the gallows.