In Lupe... Rodrigo Reyes unleashed a hell of loneliness and disenfranchisement, a trip to nowhere with barely any purpose other than to linger around life. And that is the mood that soaks the ambience. Underneath that mist, everything is cryptic, untold, enigmatic. Unfortunately for the inquisitive viewer Lupe is a shadow that offers no answers however he has the genuinity of feeling very real and very present.
Hate dialogue? This is for you. The lonely Mexican Lupe has a routine of subsistence living across the border as a Californian peach picker. His failing health and bizarre diet of fried egg tortillas and beer scuppers his existence. He doesn't do talking - just the odd phrase cast into an arid desert of silence. Its unclear why he fails to keep in touch with his family, who ultimately shun his offer of money. Sad.
the writer tried to tell a story but at the end he lost a great opportunity to say something at the end there is nothing to tell just a LONG movie with no meaning the director abused from the bike scenes making them long and useless the do not bring anything good to the table conclusion: this movie do not leave a message a story or anything at the end is dull movie
Lupe leads a slow and solitary life, but rather than becoming a touching of sympathetic figure, his complete lack of endearments sap the life from an film that would have worked better as a series of photographs. The dialogue is uninspired, which really hinders any chance at character development. What was likely pitched as a tragic demise comes neutered through a haze of boredom and repetition.