Galley on 2morrow

The uncompromising Mexican cinema made two festival hits with consonant names this year - an action movie about the lawlessness of the State Directorate and Drama about the gym guard. The Elijah ( Heli ) took the Cannes prize, but “Galley” ( Halley ) , which came from the parallel contest “Sandens”, is not more interesting for an example.

The pale type of indefinite age of concrete works in the most unpleasant place in the world - a cheap rocking chair, where a bacchanalia of red unshaven meat in cheap sports underwear cages daily. He wanders with a ghostly shadow along the sweaty half of the basement, and when he came home from work, he brushes cadaveric spots and pushes the annoying worms from under the skin of the skin: a ghost, but a ghost that is not delivered from the load of bodily, with invisible chains, chained with alcohol, bandages, panties, cheap mochito and bastard women. One of these, a boss painted in a blonde in complexly designed earrings, will recover permanently trying to quit the subordinate to walk with her along the bars. She, warm and stupid, will drink and eat all sorts of rubbish, dance, flirt, carry nonsense about Galley's comet. The quiet bespectacle of concrete is to listen carefully, sensitively and gently comprehending the phenomenon of life, the main attribute of which, along with the inability to realize their own mortality, is a love of sex, alcohol and idiotic plush toys. Life will turn out to be a vulgar drunken aunt, but will not lose it in attractiveness.

The leisurely film Poem, dedicated to nausea to the physiological contrast of bodily and spirit, is filled with metaphor under the eyeballs - there, there is a clear business, acquire the flesh of the “living corpse”, and the stable expression “lifeless look”, and a thousand other moldy structures. But the main achievement of the debutant Sebastian Hofmann is perhaps in how, operating with such dense material, he confidently balances on the verge of genres, to which, in theory, the film about a walking dead man in Mexico City should belong. The episode is especially indicative in this regard, where the hero returns home after a party with the boss, carefully putting that to sleep. Crown by memories of what to be alive, he is trying to masturbate - with, let's say, a physiologically sad outcome. Earthly pleasures are not available to lunar concrete - if only because they will not bring any pleasure; But from this he craves them no less.

The minus of the plus gives zero, on a thin wire stretched between the comedy and the tragedy, the zombie muy and the existential horror, the pure and bright drama is drew, the degree of bodily decomposition of which is of fundamental importance. Exactly just as they do not matter the sexual orientation of the heroines of the "life of Adeli", the shape of the head of the "man-prison" or the blindness of the flower grinder from the "lights of the big city". The only way to dry your own flesh is to freeze it with feelings; The walking rations goes to the far north, the emptiness and severity of which guarantee the opportunity not to break up into pieces. After all, life for health is much more dangerous than death.