Gael García Bernal, who I generally think is awesome, stars as a sort of shamanistic mystery man. Through most of the film, he happens to look like a Billabong model who just finished a sweaty hike. In the film he takes on a group of brutal men trying to evict poor farmers (through violence and intimidation) from their rainforest lands. The movie is reminiscent in many ways of an early Clint Eastwood western - handsome stranger, villains, a woman in distress, and terse dialogue. It just happens to have an element of mysticism and bit of a message about protecting the environment as well.
In general, the film was silly, but it truly fell apart for me about midway through. The thugs evicting the farmers show up on the land of Gael García Bernal's friend. They shoot (and seemingly kill) one man and then force the father/father-in-law to sign over his title to the land. Meanwhile, García Bernal and Alice Braga (the female lead) are hiding in the house. She emerges, gets captured, and has to watch while they murder her father (after he has signed the land over).
The three thugs then drag her off into the forest. García Bernal uses his 'special skills' to save the husband/partner from the gunshot wound and then heads out into the forest to save the woman. He rescues her (of course) just as she is about to be raped (of course). They get away and spend the night in the forest, and in the morning Alice Braga's character wakes up feeling frisky (of course).
As is so common in situations like this (when you have just seen your partner seemingly murdered, watched your father hacked to death by machete, been kidnapped, and then almost raped), she just had to have sex with Gael García Bernal. As I mentioned, he did look like a Billabong model, so that was probably what made him so irresistible. I guess she felt like she was kind reclaiming her life by mounting García Bernal while he was still half asleep. Sex is often the first thing people think about after surviving horrific violence and tragedy.
Right?
NOT!!! What had been a slightly plodding Western had now lost me completely. Pablo Fendrik (director), you blew it, buddy. I sat through the rest, but let's just saw that el ardor no ardió. Aguanté hasta el final.
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