This one grew on me, and the journey that forms this film's second half is far more compelling than the messy multiplot vignettes from Arriaga that precede it. Menges's old school cinematography lights up the borderlands, and the script avoids the cartel cliches that many films set in that area revel in. The maligned Barry Pepper is perfect as a weaselly, dim yet troubled border cop. Jones should direct more often.
Arriaga, stupendomi ancora una volta, assembla un puzzle narrativo incurante del concetto di "cronologia", formato da tasselli espositivi di varie forme e misure, percorrendo la storia del povero Melquiades, vittima impotente degli eventi. La regia di Lee Jones ben si presta al gioco narrativo e mostra gli eventi in modo efficace e puntuale. Intanto guardatelo, se poi trovate Jimenez fate un fischio.
This looks/feels like a TV movie, but TLJ as the loyal and lonely cowboy who done lost his fool mind in a hella charming and engaging way redeems it. Kind of a Magic Mexican movie, but w/ too much respect for its characters' weaknesses to allow easy lessons learned. Every non-Mexican in this movie is at least somewhat physically unattractive -- that's refreshing -- and the idiocy reaches Breaking Bad levels.