Rather like an Y tu fútbol también, the new movie by Carlos Cuarón (shown left, screenwriter for Y tu mamá también, whose first directorial outing this is) gives the finger to fútbol (or, as we call it, soccer) as currently managed and marketed in Mexico -- which is but a step away from how big-league sports of all kinds are handled here, there and everywhere of late. (See Italy's Valzer for the final nail applied to the
coffin of sports-in-society.) Unfortunately, Senor's Cuarón's filmmaking finger is a short one -- and rather flaccid -- so do not expect much in the way of scathing satire, rapier wit or black comedy (the comedy is there, all right, but it's light gray).
The commercial idea, one suspects, was to reunite the stars, Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna, of that earlier worldwide hit and give them the chance to do some entertaining romping around the playgrounds of Mexico, both high-end-city and low-end-countryside. This is achieved commendably enough, and though the film manages to scale no heights, it coasts pleasantly along on the energy of and connection between its stars -- of which there is plenty.
Perhaps because the earlier Y tu mamá también offered similar energy and star-power but also a subtle, skewed look at politics, economics, class and more -- plus a dark, sad under-belly that took its toll -- this new film pales by comparison (which is, of course, odious). I must admit that it does provide some decent entertainment. But when, toward the finale, it appears that a character is about to meet a violent end, I realized that I didn't much care. Which made me also realize that I could have done without the entire movie.