This movie had a lot of unsaid desperation festering under the guises of a weekend party. The constant presence of fireworks going off in the background was the score to the film - I kept expecting them to turn into gunshots. Social upheaval among the poor is very much a reality in Mexico, there are so many poor people there, yet there is also a growing middle class - and an immensely wealthy upper class. To be poor but to see wealth all around you - springing up in very fancy malls, nice cars, immaculate hotels - yet to not really be welcome in this part of society - well it can only lead to anger, or to a feeling of impotence and hopelessness. What was interesting was the duality present in the movie - both the wealthy son and the poor maintenance worker shared many of the same emotions throughout the film, especially at the end.
The way the people talked at the party - in particular, how they referred to the poor - was really accurate. There is kindness and respect on the surface, but among the upper classes there is this undercurrent of racism that rears its ugly head every now and then. It took courage for a Mexican to make this film. None of the characters are portrayed with much sympathy - they are what they are. Even the maintenance workers and housekeeping staff have faults.
The English translation was not that good, then again all of the joking around in the movie is difficult to translate. Regardless, my wife was laughing throughout the movie.
I think that there is a seed of greatness in this film which will become more fully realized in this gifted director's future movies.
