Replete with a New Wavy swing, to say that Güeros is mere looks means to dismiss photography’s savvy to deliver a mundane-rooted fable so fast and consummately, it baffles verbatim articulation – Cartier-Bresson's & street photographers’ “decisive moment”, the never-repeated split of a second & alert, roving readiness to fish the rare out of the hic et nunc. Seen holding this in mind, the film plot is a story arc for
Great B&W cinematography & drawn out directing that perfectly accentuates the dreariness and the mundane of existence in the vain of early Jim Jarmusch- in a good way(humor too). This film exists somewheres between the stillness of the fleeting moments of the present & the constant unyielding tide of the passage of time thats passing us by. Whether or not we chose to do anything inbetween the two is entirely up to us
Embedded with a sense of nostalgia, but never fully leaving reality, Gueros covers a variety of topics and emotions like love, existentialism, relationships, and depression. The cinematography is great, with some debt to the 60s new waves, and although very stylized, Gueros never loses its sense of genuineness, presenting the story with great tenderness and affection.
Tenoch Huerta's performance was hypnotizing. For the first 10 to 15 minutes, it looked more like a parody of indie filmmaking 101, but then all of a sudden it geared up to be a flawed but still fascinating surreal landscape of Mexico City. I'm generally not a fan of digging up Nouvelle Vague from its grave, but Alonso Ruiz managed to do it right. Anyways, this is just my kind of weird.
Starting slow, hyper-stylish, and relatively devoid of dialogue, I feared no substance, a meandering Mexican Napoleon Dynamite in black-and-white, or a hermetic sensorium about addiction. But like La Haine, once it gets revving, it doesn't stop, and pieces hinted at resurface and accumulate in different contexts. The youthful pursuit of the present/absent artist, student riots, and Mexico City owe much to Bolaño.
As an exercise in style it works beautifully. My main problem with "Güeros" is that story-wise is so disperse that practically anything could happen. By serving as an homage to Mexico City, it's characters are lost by a mixed bag of gag vignettes.