I couldn’t help but imagine what a Hollywood version of this story might look like--focus on the blood and body count. Yes, this is the story of a drug war, but deaths here are mourned not tallied. Yes, there are some gaping plot holes (wait, he was just at Point A, how is he at Point B already?) but those fall aside with the kind of magical realism you’d find in a Marquez novel. A worthy take on a familiar trope.