It creates a beautiful, peaceful atmosphere tinted with innocence using a slow pace and short, sharp dialogues that reveal nothing, until Quemada-Diez hits us with the hard, uncomfortable truth most of us, as Mexicans, ignore or at least try to: our land to these immigrants is almost a synonymous of murder and torture.
A fresh take on the migrant story that shifts the focus from the experience of alienation and potential loneliness of arrival in favour of the hardship and danger of the journey itself. In the vein of Sin Nombre, the Golden Dream is less stylised; sparse on dialog , documentary-like and a successful examination of youthful naivety. Beautifully shot. 4 stars