Sunday, 7 October 2012

Analysis of Amores Perros


'Amores Perros' Weaves A Brilliant Tapestry Of Love, Pain and Dogs


T he distributors of "Amores Perros " (literally "dog loves") have translated the idiomatic title breezily as "Love's a Bitch." This may sell tickets, which is all to the good, but it does casual violence to a drama of soaring ambition, thrilling power, steadfast moral purpose and, yes, shocking violence of its own. The film's Mexican director, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, has suggested in recent interviews that a better translation would be "Tough Loves," or "Harsh Loves." The desperate lovers in three intersecting stories are linked to the lives of their dogs. Most of the humans, who suffer terribly, inflict suffering as well. The dogs serve both as companions, mirroring their owners' behavior, and as metaphors for the savagery of modern life. The film, set in Mexico City, starts with an assurance that no animals were hurt during production. Putting this disclaimer first was a good move, given what follows it, but I must also offer a claimer: "Amores Perros" is one of the great films of our time, or any other.
The three stories intersect literally, and devastatingly, with a car crash on a city street. A blond woman lies bleeding and screaming in one car. A couple of teenage boys are trapped in the twisted wreckage of the other. One witness to the carnage, a gray-bearded street person with a haunted face, goes to help the kids, spots an injured rottweiler in the back seat and decides instead to save the dog. From that moment on, the film moves back and forth in time, revealing and recapitulating -- and showing the accident from three points of view -- until the separate stories become borderless panels in one vast, tumultuous panorama of urban life. Like the muralist Diego Rivera before them, Mr. Inarritu and his screenwriter, the Mexican novelist Guillermo Arriaga, bring all the depth of conviction they need to the breadth of their vision.
As a central character, which he certainly is, the rottweiler, Cofi, gets to play in the film's most controversial scenes -- horrifying dog fights, with substantial purses, held in clandestine venues that include a drained swimming pool. For Cofi's young owner, Octavio (Gael Garcia Bernal), the purses are an irresistible draw; Octavio dreams of taking the woman he loves, his sister-in-law Susana (Vanessa Bauche), far away from the city's squalor and the tyranny of her husband, and his brother, a petty crook named Ramiro. For some filmgoers, on the other paw, the fights will be hard to take, even though they're actually montages put together by artful editors -- the dogs were invisibly muzzled throughout. (One friend, an emergency-room physician, told me she wouldn't consider seeing the film. "I've got no problem with mangled bodies or pulling babies from bloody wombs," she said, "but I fall apart at the sight of a hurt dog.")

Gael Garcia Bernal as Octavio in 'Amores Perros'
Yet "Amores Perros," which opens Friday in New York -- national release begins next month -- should be seen by those who can see it, and not only for its dramatic correlation of canine combat and dog-eat-dog violence in human affairs. The writer and director combine the gravity, narrative sweep and emotional pull of traditional literature with the dazzling visuals and pungent music of contemporary entertainment. (Mr. Inarritu, a former disc jockey who specialized in talking a mile a minute, directed some 800 TV commercials before making this feature debut.)
The film leaps swiftly, seemingly effortlessly, from one level of Mexican society to another. If Octavio and his buddies have been struggling near the bottom, the blond woman, a supermodel known as Valeria (Goya Toledo), has been flourishing at the top. Her part of the triptych illustrates the precariousness of life for Mexico's rich along with its poor; the segment is a fable of romantic dreams destroyed by chance. I won't say more about Valeria, even though it's tempting to discuss the bizarre details of the plot, but I will tell you that her dog, a fancy little pooch named Richie, is far too eager to fetch, and that his fate is in the finest surreal spirit of another illustrious director who did great work in Mexico, the late Spanish genius Luis Bunuel.
Every one of the performances in this densely populated drama rings resoundingly true, but Emilio Echevarria, as the haunted street person, El Chivo (the goat), takes us far beyond naturalism into realms of Stygian fury and anguishing beauty. (El Chivo's soliloquy to his estranged daughter's answering machine is almost too painful to bear, though I wish a few traces of sentimentality had been cut from the text.) Once an idealistic revolutionary, then a terrorist, El Chivo has become a derelict hit man. Yet his story, the most remarkable of all, proves to be one of reconciliation and redemption, and the instrument of that change is the dog he rescued from the car crash, the innocently lethal rottweiler. "Amores Perros" has it all, brilliance and bite. The movie grabs you and won't let go.

Analysis of Amores Perros



Amores Perros (2000)
D: Alejandro González Iñárritu
S: Emilio Echevarría, Gael García Bernal
Attempting to discuss influence in postmodernism is like trying to extract a wave from a maelstrom. Amores Perros is a hyperkinetic portamento of interconnected narratives all of which are centrally concerned with the seedier side of life in modern Mexico. You can, if you wish, trace its lineage to Quentin Tarantino and Guy Ritchie, or you can go further back into the crime genre and the melodrama to find the roots of the individual tales. As a colleague of mine remarked, the second of the three tales, featuring the doomed romance between a model and a magazine editor is like something from an Antonioni film, only the master of Italian art house cinema would have done it in ten minutes. The first is a tale of dog fights and low-key gangsters not far from what Ritchie did in Snatch. The finale following the adventures of a hobo hit man has echoes of Le Samourai and other existential tales of outsiders looking in upon human foibles with a jaundiced eye. You can even approach the film from a surrealist perspective, tracing its blend of the outrageous and the realistic to the spectre of Luis Buñuel (Los Olvidados), whose Mexican period was his most fertile and challenging. Ultimately though, the strands of influence upon the aesthetic and narrative dimensions of the film are so numerous as to not bear close reference. It is a postmodernist pastiche, and as such any and all such references have less to do with deep meaning than they do with ephemeral affect.
The stories themselves are drawn from an experience of contemporary Mexico which the director and writer presumably considers representative, or at least authentic. As such the grainy photography featuring images of poverty, social deprivation, familial and religious claustrophobia are only as expected. Their ferocity and the energy with which they have been edited together is perhaps less so. The movie begins with an in-joke which references Reservoir Dogs (itself replete with reference to City on Fire and The Killing... the spiral goes ever on) as two young men ride screaming in a car with a bloodstained companion. In this case the companion is a dog, but the rapid camera movement, the sounds of screaming on the soundtrack, the gore, and the punch of starting with a violent car chase is pure sensationalism. This type of visual excitation goes on, but it does not quite cover up the basic generic nature of the stories. The pace changes but the imagery attempts to remain edgy and arty. The second story takes a more restrained approach, but it has unusual elements involving a dog hidden under the wooden flooring of an apartment which keeps you off balance. The third and final tale is also more measured, and because it involves a homeless character, provides the most sustained (and effective) look at the high and low life of the city seen through the filter of genre storytelling.
Amores Perros is a remarkable achievement. Its scale is impressive, running a good two and a half hours without running out of steam. It has been assembled with skill in craft and working on a budget considerably less weighty than many of its Hollywood equivalents, it was always bound to attract some level of admiration. But though the film deserves to be seen and has its points of interest, it is neither groundbreaking nor surprising in any respect other than the fact of where it has come from. Its social analysis has been surpassed many times, its pace and tone are bogstandard within postmodernism, its visceral entertainments are likewise unremarkable. Though they may be impossible to separate from the film on the whole, the strands of other movies have simply made this little more than an amalgam of clichés enlivened by an unfamiliar setting. For local audiences, this will probably rightly prove exciting, for international audiences it may represent a kind of sledgehammer with which to attack mainstream versions of the same thing, but in the end it boils down to less than the sum of its parts.
The movie actually improves as it goes. The first instalment is frequently juvenile and hysterical. The romantic sub plot is pure soap opera, a tale of lovers torn by tradition and a desperate attempt to get enough money to get out which depends upon its frequent bursts of explicit violence in the dog fights to hold attention at all. It is here of course that the somewhat heavy-handed symbolism of dogs begins to become obvious. Comparisons between the personalities and behaviours of men and canines are far from incidental, and the movie delights in throwing in as many images of the latter as possible to reinforce the point. The second instalment brings the title into semantic play as a beautiful woman becomes a 'bitch' as her love dies. There is some reasonable acting in this section, and there are some intense scenes of bitter confrontation which hit home. On the whole though, apart from the element of the dog under the floorboards, this is again familiar stuff with no real twist to it. The last part of the movie is the most engaging, built upon a strong, understated performance from Gustavo Muñoz, the hobo with a pack of dogs following him who has more purpose than many of the 'respectable' people who seem to 'hound' him. Though again predictable, the revelation of his backstory and scenes of emotional catharsis which deepen the characterisation are effective in this case, largely thanks to the quiet direction and Muñoz' acting.
Wildly overpraised in some quarters, Amores Perros is worth a look if you have a strong stomach and a taste for world cinema. It is not so exciting that it demands viewing, but it should prove worthwhile for cinephiles, film students, and fans of world cinema in general. Do not expect it to change the world though: postmodernism does not have that kind of power. All it can do is blur our conceptual and perceptual boundaries to a point where we either lose interest or lose hope.

Analysis of Amores Perros


The Urban Environment of Mexico City, As Presented in Amores
Perros

By: Robert Carter Higgs, Tyler Millen, Mark Ojeda

Amores Perros represents the feature film directorial debut of Alejandro González
Iñárritu and was written by Guillermo Arriaga, the craftsman behind such acclained Hollywood
successes as 21 Grams and Babel. It is perhaps no surprise then that this pairing, of inspired
passion and experienced creativity, resulted in a film that won 52 of the 69 total awards for
which it was nominated world-wide, including the Ariel Award for Best Picture from the
Mexican Academy of Film and the Critics Week Grand Prize at the Cannes Film Festival. But it
is more than exceptional filmmaking that is responsible for the critical success of this film.
Depicting the social and economic stratification of life in modern day Mexico City, Amores
Perros exhibits a host of cinematic techniques whose aim is to join form to content in an effort to
convey the fractured nature of, and fracturing effects on, the individual and the family that life in
this particular urban environment creates.

The film takes the form of a triptych, a composition made up of three parts. These three
stories represent the three general levels of life in Mexico City. The first story explores what
amounts to working class life in Mexico City. It depicts a quality of life determined by and
confined within the economic limitations that are a fact of that social sphere. The second story
sets itself to convey an upper class life that amounts to little more than a veneer of wealth, while
the third story examines both the confined nature and the inherent freedom of the underclass of
Mexico City. But, beyond a simple explication of these disparate levels of society in this capital
city, the film also strives, by the ways that it intertwines these three stories, to show how these
levels of society are both mutually interdependent, and, ultimately, inextricable, one from the
other.

Story I: The Working Class

The first story opens with a chaotic car chase, and we’re introduced to one of this story’s
two main characters, Octavio, who is driving, and his dog Cofi, who is bloody in the back seat,
while Octavio’s friend Jorge desperately attempts to stem the bleeding, as the three flee from
gun-toting thugs through the streets of Mexico City. Immediately, the turbulent, life-or-death
nature of working class life in this city becomes evident. The chase ends with Octavio barreling
through a red light and plowing into another car.

As the story unfolds through flashbacks, we learn that Octavio has decided to give up life
as a high school student to enter his dog in the local dogfights. Living at home with his mother,
his unstable brother Ramiro, and his brother’s wife Susana and their young infant, Octavio is
driven to pursue this illicit activity by his growing infatuation with his brother’s wife, and his
desire to run away with Susana and make a life for them. But with no hope that his education
will bring him a job by which he can support a family, Octavio sees no other choice but to fight
his dog for money and hope that his newfound wealth will prove to Susana that he can be the
man of a household.

His choice here is the clearest summation of the way working class life is depicted in this
film. Unable to find a legal avenue to assure a financially stable life, a working class person’s


only recourse is to step outside of the law. Octavio’s brother reaches the same conclusion only in
a more extreme fashion, as dictated by his sociopathic personality. He moonlights from his job as
a supermarket clerk as an armed robber whose crimes eventually get him killed. Prior to that,
though, a more subtle indictment of working class life in Mexico City is explored through the
burgeoning relationship between Octavio and Susana. Octavio is unable to recognize that he is
misreading Susana’s need for the comfort and understanding she is not getting from her husband
for a reciprocation of his own passion, and so he becomes increasingly attached to the immediate
gratification of his desire for connection that Susana represents. Having no reason to hope for the
fruitfulness of any long term goals or aspirations, Octavio’s immediate environment has shunt
him off into a fixation upon what is immediately attainable—pursuing his brother’s wife and
chasing the money and increased social standing that comes with fighting his dog.

It comes as no surprise to the viewer, then, that these constraints placed upon him by the
particular urban environment in which he lives lead to his downfall. After succeeding wildly
through a number of dogfights, Octavio has earned enough money to convince Susana that they
can run away together, but he gets greedy and agrees to only last, high-stakes fight against a dog
owned by the local gang leader, who has been Octavio’s constant nemesis and antagonist.

Octavio descends to his lowest point, though, when at the same meeting where he agrees
to this final fight, he contracts with the ringleader of the dogfights to assault his brother, who, as
a result, is nearly beaten to death. This choice backfires on Octavio, as Susana is now compelled
to flee with her husband, taking with her all the money Octavio and Cofi had won. This shows
that working class life in Mexico City often produces in people aims which will only exacerbate
their situation.

Learning of the betrayal, Octavio is outraged and is forced to scramble together his
remaining money to fund the bet of the final fight. At the fight, Cofi once again takes the upper
hand against the gang leader’s dog. The thug is prepared for him this time, and pulls out a gun
and shoots the dog. As Jorge scrambles to carry the bleeding animal to their car, Octavio lashes
out and stabs the gang leader in the gut, initiating the car chase that opens the film.

The first story ends on the seminal car crash, and we jump back in time again to be
introduced to the main characters of the second story, Daniel and Valeria.

Story II: Upper Class Life

This middle story depicts upper class life in Mexico City in a way that puts its
superficiality and frivolousness front and center. If the essence of working class life—its chaotic
and dangerous nature—is symbolized by the car chase that opens the film, the fact that the first
scene of the second story consists of Valeria, a high fashion model, being interviewed on a
morning talk show, pretending to be in a relationship with a soap opera star, is a clear indication
of the artificial and cosmetic nature of celebrity life in Mexico City.

The problems of the upper class, like those of the working class as explored in the first
story, play a central role in the second story, but they are problems of a completely different
order. Daniel, a successful magazine editor, is committing adultery with Valeria. Whereas in the
first story the father is absent altogether, in this story Daniel’s relative wealth allows him to


support both his family and the purchase of an upscale apartment for himself and Valeria. But, as
he makes the choice to leave his family for his mistree, the facade of wealth begins to crumble.

The veneer-like quality of wealth in Mexico City is conveyed in clear symbolism when,
shortly after moving into their new apartment, Valeria puts her foot through the pristine-looking
parquet floor. It is conveyed explicitly when, as we learn that it was Valeria who was driving the
car Octavio hit in the scene that opened the film and who is now in a wheelchair with a badly
fractured leg, Daniel becomes frantic over his financial situation. As it turns out, Valeria had no
insurance, and so, between his mortgage, the cost of their new apartment, and Valeria’s medical
bills, Daniel begins to doubt his choice to stay with Valeria.

But this is where a clear difference between the upper class and the working class, as
represented in this film, begins to become obvious. While the actions of the characters in the first
story seem almost inevitable due to their economic situation, Daniel’s relative wealth allows him
some means of freedom to choose how he is to act. His financial burdens may, and do, create
great stress for him, but he has the means to make his decisions upon moral grounds instead of
merely upon financial considerations. So whereas Octavio is driven to fight his dog by his need
for money in order to possess Susana, Daniel, after flirting with the idea to abandon Valeria and
return to his wife, in the end chooses to remain with his new love. He may have revealed his
moral weakness by leaving his family in the first place, but he shows some ability to act ethically
when he decides to commit himself to his decision to join his life to Valeria’s, instead of leaving
her in her time of greatest need. The film conveys this choice as one allowed him, in great part,
by his financial situation.

Story III: El Chivo

The third, and final, story explores the life of a member of the upper class, and transigent
named El Chivo who works as a hitman for the corrupt police force. Living in squalor with only
his dogs as companions, El Chivo represents, by his physical appearance, the decrepit state of
members of this class of society in Mexico City. As his story unfolds, though, we learn that his
tale is not one of perennial poverty—he is a fallen man. Giving him an origin of normality and
respectability conveys the tragic nature of members of this underclass—their current state of
abject poverty is a result of flaws in their character. On the contrary, El Chivo left his family to
fight in some unnamed ideological quest—he wanted to save the world. Having failed at that, he
has fallen in cynicism and exploits the freedom and lack of accountability for his actions that his
life on the outskirts of society allows him to become a murderer for hire.

His perspective is changed, though, upon seeing the obituary for his wife in the paper. He
attends the funeral, slinking on the periphery. When he sees the daughter he chose to leave when
she was only a child, he feels compelled to find some measure of redemption that would allow
him to become a part of her life again. He gives up his life as a gun-for-hire, bathes and shaves
for seemingly the first time in years, and, as he walks off into the proverbial sunset to close the
film, the viewer gets a clear sense that El Chivo, contrary to appearances, is the one least
constrained by his economic situation. While the characters of the first two stories were driven,
in some part, by economic considerations, El Chivo’s greatest desire is to find the moral and
ethical ground that would make him worthy of reconnecting with his daughter. While Octavio is
driven by immature passion, and Daniel is led by his wandering heart, El Chivo searches for the


firm ground of morality upon which to stand. His desire is only for redemption, and by this
desire he is redeemed.

Part IV: Greater than the Sum of its Parts

Such clear and intricately constructed depictions of the stratified layers of life in Mexico
City would amount to little more than three separate stories if they weren’t connected by equally
clear and intricate means. The filmmakers were interested not merely in showing these layers in
isolation, but in weaving them into a cohesive whole that would mirror the actual situation in this
modern city. This is done in several ways, both structurally, and through plot.

First, the writer took inspiration for the structure of the film from William Faulkner’s
Light in August, which is also told through three loosely connected stories. Amores Perros makes
heavy use of flashbacks and flashforwards to intertwine the stories into a single film. The writer
also used the technique of hyperlinking, which he exploited in his films 21 Grams and Babel as
well. This technique consists of introducing one character slowly, and often mysteriously, over
the course of the film, and building up his or her story until it is fully revealed in the final,
climatic scenes. This is done with the character El Chivo, and the effect is further enhanced by
the director’s choice to shoot the early scenes with El Chivo using a telephoto lens, so that the
viewer is kept at a distance from this seminal character. He shows up in each of the first two
stories, but it isn’t until it is time to tell his story that the viewer actually is allowed some
intimacy with this character.

These stories are intertwined through plot as well; namely, through the traumatic
experience of the car crash. By the time we get to the third story, we know that it was Octavio
who was driving the car responsible for the crash, that it was Valeria who was driving the car
that was hit, and that it was El Chivo who was present at the scene to rescue Cofi, who had been
left to die on the side of the road by the paramedics. As the writer said in the commentary track
for the film, “Crashes are horrible, life-altering events, but they serve to bring people together
who otherwise would never have met.” It is trauma that, among other things, connects all three
of the layers of society as represented in this film; no one is free from pain.

Finally, these three stories are linked thematically. One theme that links all three stories is
that of the absentee father. For the working class family, the absence of the father makes no
mention—he is just gone. In the second story, we watch as the father decides to leave his family,
and in the third, we see the father’s sincere desire to return to his family. This is the most
significant emotional arch of the film—the redemption of the father. First, we have the wreckage
left behind in the wake of his abandonment, the bitter nature of the brothers Octavio and Ramiro,
a pain whose source is buried deep under the surface. Then we see the crime being committed, as
Daniel leaves his family, and the viewer is allowed to feel the anger and outrage produced by the
father’s abandonment, and, more importantly, we can link that pain to its proper cause. Finally,
we are positioned within the perspective of the father, El Chivo, and are allowed to feel his own
pain and experience the authenticity of his own desire to atone for abandoning his family. It is
this progression that, ultimately, drives this film.

A theme closer to the surface, and more sentimental in nature, which also connects these
three stories, is a love of dogs. Cofi is Octavio’s best friend and is responsible for whatever
pleasure his master is able to gain from his surroundings through being forced to participate in


dog fighting. The dog Richie is Valeria’s constant companion. He falls into the hole in the floor
that Valeria accidently created and is trapped under the floor of the couple’s apartment for the
better part of their story. With Valeria languishing in the hospital after having suffered a
thrombosis, Daniel, in the penultimate scene of the second story, decides to tear up the floor to
rescue the dog. As he pulls Richie out of the hole he has created, his is symbolically rescuing his
and Valeria’s relationship. Finally, El Chivo’s dogs are his best friends and, until he rediscovers
his desire to be with his family, they are the only connection he has left to his humanity. His
humanity is put to the test when, after rescuing Cofi from the aftermath of the crash and nursing
him back to health, Cofi kills every last one of his dogs. He moves to kill Cofi in retaliation, to
act out an impotent and meaningless revenge. But, because he has seen his daughter at his wife’s
funeral, his humanity has already begun to awaken and he is compelled to let Cofi live, so that he
is there with El Chivo, man and man’s best friend, to walk off into the sunset that brings on the
closing credits.

In the American release, the film’s title was translated as, “Love is a bitch.” This title is
in some ways relevant to the movie—none of the characters manage to find unqualified
happiness. But, according to Wikipedia, the director gave an interview to NPR where he
expressed dissatisfaction with the use of this English idiom as the title for his film. For him,
“Amores” expresses everything that is good about life, while “Perros” expresses life’s
wretchedness. In this sense, the title could be viewed as meaning, “Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose,” which captures the highs and lows that each set of characters experiences.

On the other hand, again according to Wikipedia, move posters for the film often posed
the question, “¿Qué es el amor?” (What is love?), followed by the film title, “Amores Perros,” as
a play on an answer, with “amores perros” meaning “wretched loves,” which again captures the
depths to which each of the characters’ love-relationships sinks them.

But in the final analysis, all three characters have deep and sustaining bonds with their
dogs, so a more upbeat interpretation of the film’s title, which captures the hopeful quality of the
film’s ending, could be, “Amor es Perros”—“Love is Dogs.”

Mexican Film Industry





Amores Perros Film Reviews

Amores Perros (Love's a Bitch) (2001)
        BBC FILM REVIEW                                                                                                 
Reviewed by Jason Korsner 
Updated 03 May 2001
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Sometimes there's a clear reason for dividing a film into distinctive chapters, each following the distinctive but overlapping stories of unrelated people.Here, it feels like the structure has been used largely because no one storyline was long enough to stand alone as a feature film.
When Octavio (García Bernal) discovers that his dog Cofi can kill all-comers in dogfights, he seizes on this to make the money he needs to run away with his brother's wife. At one fight, a rival owner shoots Cofi. On the way to the vet, Octavio jumps a red light.
Next, we follow TV producer Daniel (Álvaro Guerrero), who leaves his family to move in with supermodel, Valeria (Goya Toledo) the other driver involved in the crash. Her leg is crushed and her contracts cancelled. With nothing else to do, she becomes obsessed with trying to find her little dog, Richi, after he disappears through a hole in the floorboards.
Back at the scene of the crash, a tramp cum killer-for-hire and dog-lover (Emilio Echevarría) finds Cofi. He takes him to his squat and nurses him back to health. This relationship helps him come to terms with his revolutionary past and return to society.
With colourful characterisation, fresh and natural performances from a mostly untried cast, and a soundtrack which betrays González Iñárritu's deejaying past, there's a lot to recommend this.
But ultimately, the structure lacks purpose, the film struggles to justify its two-and-a-half-hour running time and the faint-hearted might find it a little gory.






The Guardian Film Review





Every dog has his day

Savage animals, assassins, a killer script and a majestic vision - this Mexican movie is a revelation from start to finish


     For once the comparisons don't matter. Amores Perros may (as 23 festival juries around the world have hinted already) owe something to Tarantino, Altman and Buñuel. It may, more precisely, sometimes feel like a Mexican Magnolia. But it is also a unique finished article, one to see and never forget.


1.             Amores Perros (Love's a Bitch)
2.             Production year: 1999
3.             Country: Rest of the world
4.             Cert (UK): 18
5.             Runtime: 153 mins
6.             Directors: Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu
7.             Cast: Emilio Echevarria, Gael Garcia Bernal, Gael Garcia Berrai, Goya Toledo
Two cars crash sickeningly at a traffic light in Mexico City, three stories begin. All are about amores and perros, loves and dogs, here translated as 'Love's a Bitch'. The man at the wheel of the first car is young Octavio (Gael García Bernal) who loves the wife of his thuggish brother and dreams of taking her far away from the flyblown apartment of family survival. He needs money, though; he has a fighting dog which savages all challengers and wins him wads of it. But now another thug has shot that dog - Cofi lies bleeding on the car's back seat - and Octavio has stabbed the gunman in return. He is pursued. He flees heedlessly.
The woman at the wheel of the second car is Valeria (Goya Toledo), the long-limbed blonde model on the perfume hoardings up above. Daniel (Álvaro Guerrero) publishes magazines - and he's just left his wife to set up home with this cover girl.He had hit the celebrity jackpot; now Valeria lies maimed and battered in hospital; and soon, crawling painfully around the flat after her wretched little pooch, Richi, she will become a permanent cripple buried by regret. And what about the wounded killer dog on Octavio's back seat? A whiskery tramp with a barrow and a pack of hounds rescues and heals him. When he was young, El Chivo (Emilio Echevarría) ran a communist terror gang: today, out of prison at last, he hires himself as a paid assassin and dreams of the daughter he left behind when she was two, now a handsome girl who doesn't know he exists. The killer Cofi and the man killer himself somehow blend. El Chivo finds a kind of peace.
No synopsis, though, does justice to the range and novelist's depth Guillermo Arriaga brings to his screenplay. These people are real and vivid; when they bleed, we bleed with them. Their lives are a potent mix of longing and disaster. Every one of the five protagonists is defined by his or her relationship to the dogs scampering through this teeming city of strays and rats. Man and his best friend become interchangeable symbols, reflections of differing passions. We are all animals, delving into our animal nature as the wheel of fortune turns. We all, in extremity, have to define who we are.
Does 153 minutes of that sound daunting? It isn't. Alejandro González Iñárritu's direction has a constant, driving edge. He is telling an enthralling story with controlled passion. He cares and we care. Rodrigo Prieto's camerawork, by turns, can be claustrophobic or visceral or - at the close - lyrical about this great bowl of a place with 20 million people beating at its lid. The performances, too, are a revelation. Echevarría stalks hypnotically, menacingly through every scene until, crying alone on his unknown daughter's bed, he breaks into tears. García Bernal's trusting love for his brother's wife - the dark-eyed Vanessa Bauche - hovers agonisingly between hope and despair. Higher up the social ladder, Toledo and Guerrero become sad victims as the love, the pampered physical beauty, which binds them is hacked away on the surgeon's table. Toledo, leg amputated, face ravaged by agony, looks out at the poster site which once bore her golden image and her shoulders hunch. Mortality comes to everyone. Mortality sucks.
González Iñárritu says that he wanted 'to find the perfect catharsis or the uncomfortable shame of the viewers watching themselves' - and 'to exorcise my own terrible fear of the ordinary human experience of day-to-day existence.' He believes that love is hope - 'the circle is never closed; pain is also a path towards hope.' No standard director's guff. It is just how you feel as you stagger into the light. Amores Perros is a first, amazing work from a director who vaults at a stride into the big league, taking the future of Mexican cinema with him. It is shocking - especially as dog rips apart dog - and absorbing: but it is also majestic in ambition and accomplishment. Not the brutal sheen of Tarantino or the quirky social commentary of Altman; not the surreal imagination of Buñuel. This one stands alone. Go. Just go.

New York Times Film Review


Amores Perros (2000)

FILM FESTIVAL REVIEW; From Mexico, 3 Stories And an Array of Lives United by a Car Wreck

By ELVIS MITCHELL
Published: October 5, 2000
When a director shifts gears as often as does Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, the man behind the emotionally rich debut film ''Amores Perros,'' you may wonder if he knows what he wants. He does, and this film is satisfying in many ways.
He is unashamed to immerse this tough-minded, episodic film noir in freshets of melodrama. Significantly, he knows the minute difference between being unashamed and being shameless, and because he knows how to keep things hopping -- working from an intricate script by Guillermo Arrianga that has a novelistic texture -- we watch a man with immaculate control of the medium.
The picture begins with a car chase through the streets of a Mexican city; there's a bleeding dog in the back seat, which certainly sounds shameless. Like everything else in ''Amores,'' a film in which nothing is what it seems, this is the kind of genre touch that Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu expands into something far more haunting.
The velocity of this first scene -- in which Octavio (Gael Garcia Bernal, an actor with a wonderfully expressive face) drives his wounded dog to a veterinarian while fleeing revenge-crazed gunmen -- may seem like something out of a silent film. But it still has a literal and emotional impact that knocks the breath of you. This may be one of the first art films to come out of Mexico since Bunuel worked there, and ''Amores'' has traces of Bunuel's romantic absurdism.
The setup of the stories -- and the fact that a car wreck is at the center of the picture, an accident that changes of the lives of all of the principal characters -- will inspire comparisons to ''Pulp Fiction.'' While ''Amores'' is often playful, it is certainly not glib; it's full of the heartbreak found in corridas, featuring an almost mythological suffering that owes much to the traditions of Mexico, with characters trapped in the undertow of Fate.
Many of the narrative details feel like loving gestures from a storyteller proud of the weight of folklore and of his story. The violence is fast and shocking: a shooting in a restaurant ends with blood dribbling onto a hot griddle, an image that could be a metaphor for the overheated emotions of the film.
Each of the film's three stories catches its characters at different times in their lives: the beginning, the middle and the end. In the first ''Octavio and Susana,'' Octavio is in love with his thug-of-a-brother's wife, Susana (Vanessa Bauche). We're introduced to Susana as she walks distractedly down the street wearing a backpack and a schoolgirl's uniform. She rushes into the house and picks up her crying infant son, complaining to her mother-in-law that she has a math final to study for. Octavio stares longingly at her, and he's right: she is too good for his brother. But they're all kids scrambling for each other's attention.
''Amores Perros,'' though it has an earthier meaning, could be translated as ''Love's a Dog,'' and dogs play a big part in the story. Octavio ends up putting his dog, Cofi, on the dogfighting circuit after Cofi is attacked by a fighter's pit bull and triumphs. The unremitting brutality of the dogfights, in which the animals slam into each other and the sickening thud of their bodies is amplified, is something that has to be noted.
The sight of the dogs' bodies after the fights, fur matted with blood, sprawled on the concrete, will send a chill through even the most distanced viewers. (The canine carcasses look astonishingly real, though a tag at the end assures us that no animals were harmed in the making of the picture.) Dog lovers may be put off entirely by the fights.
A dog is an important element of ''Daniel and Valeria,'' the story of a new relationship that curdles as it plays out. The middle-aged Daniel (Alvaro Guerrero) has left his wife and daughter and moved into a love nest with Valeria (Goya Toledo), who can best be described as a spokesmodel; a towering billboard shot of her perfume ad can seen across the street from their new place.
Like all the stories this one teases us with a trick opening, before moving into a vignette that almost feels like an urban legend. Valeria's Lhasa apso dives into a hole in the floor, and we can hear the trapped dog scurrying back and forth and imagine the vermin feasting on its body. Valeria is in a wheelchair -- her car was struck by Octavio's, leaving her with a horribly damaged leg -- and her inability to move and her wounded vanity change her behavior.
''Amores'' feels like the first classic of the new decade, with sequences that will probably make their way into history. The picture has the crowded humidity of a telenovela, but Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu doesn't linger over the soap-operaish aspects. They're part of the fabric, an emotional tug that sends the characters to places they don't belong, though they know better.
As the last section, ''El Chivo and Maru,'' unfolds, a devoted revolutionary turned street rat and assassin (the incredible Emilio Echevarria), who lives with his pack of dogs, seems to learn a lesson about not submitting to one's impulses. An unforgettable mark-of-Cain subplot, in more ways than one, arrives out of nowhere to deepen the hurt.
It's rare that a director can enter films with this much verve and emotional understanding. Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu loves actors, and his cast brings so many different levels of feeling to the picture that the epic length goes by quickly. ''Amores Perros'' vaults onto the screen, intoxicated by the power of filmmaking -- speeded-up movement and tricked-up cuts that convey a shallow mastery of craft -- but evolving into a grown-up love of narrative. In his very first film Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu makes the kind of journey some directors don't, or can't, travel in an entire career. 

AMORES PERROS 

Directed and produced by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu; written (in Spanish, with English subtitles) by Guillermo Arriaga; director of photography, Rodrigo Prieto; edited by Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu, Luis Carballar and Fernando Perez Unda; music by Gustavo Santaolalla; production designer, Brigitte Broch; released by Lions Gate Films. Running time: 153 minutes. This film is not rated. Shown tonight and Sunday at 9 p.m. at Alice Tully Hall as part of the 38th New York Film Festival. 

WITH: Vanessa Bauche (Susana), Gael Garcia Bernal (Octavio), Umberto Busto (Jorge), Emilio Echevarria (El Chivo), Alvaro Guerrero (Daniel), Rodrigo Murray (Gustavo), Marco Perez (Romero), Jorge Salinas (Luis Miranda Solares) and Goya Toledo (Valeria


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It's early yet, but Amores Perros may well turn out to be the movie of the decade. Too bad it was released (in Mexico) only six months into the decade. As layered and capable of surprise as Pulp Fiction -- to which it has been compared because it, too, consists of a trio of stories -- Alejandro González Iñárritu's sinfully enjoyable epic roars in on a wave of blood, gunshots and dog barks, pauses for a morosely controlled study of upper-class discontent, then pulls it all together in its final, steadily lacerating segment, which focuses on the emotional violence of family. Actually, all three segments do; the title Amores Perrosworks out as a pun in the American translation -- "Love's a Bitch." It sure is. The movie's big theme is what we'll do for love, even when love won't do much for us.
González Iñárritu could fairly be called a melodramatist: His stories revolve around amped-up despair, with a central brutal accident altering the lives of all its characters, and among the personalities on view here are a homeless assassin, a fashion model, and an ambitious kid who enlists his dog to compete in gory dogfights so that he can earn money to provide for his pregnant girlfriend, who also happens to be his brother's wife. If the words "soap opera" have surfaced in your head at this point, you're not wrong, and González Iñárritu is way ahead of you. After all, the main problem with soaps is that the storylines never really end; the characters go on for years, often played by new actors when the previous ones leave to "pursue other interests," and nobody ever stays dead. But take away the assembly-line Monday-to-Fridayness of soaps and you do often have the stuff of serious fiction -- even fantasy fiction, as anyPassions fan will tell you -- and Amores Perros does for soap themes what Pulp Fiction did for pulp themes.
In the first section, "Octavio y Susana," we're deposited in the slums of Mexico City without a map. This is a world where Susana (Vanessa Bauche) has to leave her baby boy in the care of her unsmiling mother-in-law, who grouses that she already raised her children and shouldn't have to raise another; the only alternative is to leave the baby with Susanna's own mother, who gets zonked on cheap wine while the baby screams in another room. Susana's husband Ramiro (Marco Pérez) works in a supermarket but brings home most of his bacon from store robberies; he's the classic macho Latino who would kill Susana if he found her with another man, but has no problem throwing a quick bang to a comely co-worker. Ramiro's brother Octavio (Gael García Bernal) also makes his money illegally, though his method -- pitting his Rottweiler against other dogs while hooting men bet on the outcome -- has more structure, and is probably officially ignored by the authorities. Aside from the fact that Ramiro is an abusive bastard and Octavio is a gentler soul, you can tell the difference between the brothers based on what they do after they've scored some cash. Ramiro brings home a Walkman for Susana and wakes the baby to give him his gift; Octavio simply hands Susana a wad of money, giving her a choice as to what she does with it, and takes care to leave the baby peacefully asleep.
Here and there in the first chapter, we see glimpses of Daniel (Álvaro Guerrero), a magazine editor visibly bored with his wife and distant from his daughters, and Valeria (Goya Toledo), a model sparkling at us from a giant billboard and from a TV talk show; we don't really understand why until section two, "Daniel y Valeria," kicks in. These two, we come to learn, are an item: Daniel has left his wife and bought an apartment -- a decent one, despite the occasional hole in the floor -- for himself and the jubilant Valeria. González Iñárritu shifts gears radically: if the first segment was clouded over with the heat and steam of desperation, this one is cool to the touch. When Valeria is confined to a wheelchair, and her beloved doggie Richie disappears into one of the holes in the floor (ah, dear reader, after this sequence is over you won't care if you never hear the name "Richie" again), Daniel begins to crack: he's left his family, and for what? A hobbled model and a dog who may have become a snack for rats? To his credit, González Iñárritu takes this middle-upper-class anguish seriously after the much more down-to-earth torment of "Octavio y Susana." He's saying that no matter how rich or poor you are, fate -- and love -- will fuck you up.
Love seems to be beyond the grasp of El Chivo (Emilio Echevarría), the grizzled anti-hero of the concluding segment, "El Chivo y Maru." But Maru is not one of his many loyal dogs who follow him around the city as he pushes his cart and sifts through the garbage; Maru is his long-estranged daughter, who believes him to be dead. El Chivo drifts through his existence, doing "jobs" (murders) for a dirty cop; his latest assignment is to execute one yuppie at the behest of another, though he has a Jules-like change of heart when he discovers the relationship between target and targeter. There's also a moment as fine as any in cinema when, after El Chivo returns home to find some carnage one of his dogs has wreaked, the black dog looks at him sadly and is thinking -- I swear he is -- "It's my nature. Why hate me for it? You're no different." From there, the story becomes about El Chivo's refutation of the dog's silent accusation; he even shears off his gray mop of hair and beard, and looks like such an entirely different person that even a man he has taken captive does a double take.
Amores Perros runs just over two and a half hours, and both times I've seen it the hours streaked by. There's a brief stretch -- during El Chivo's tailing of his target throughout the city -- where you may feel a slight tug of boredom; it feels too conventional, and is probably only there so we can hear a bit more Latino hip-hop mood music (the two-disc soundtrack album, already hard to come by, is worth the effort of tracking it down). Rodrigo Prieto's photography is unimpeachably drab and authentic -- finding beauty in blandness and ugliness and the lurid clutter of bedrooms -- save for one quick, apparently obligatory shot of the sky at dusk: the image might have impressed in a lesser movie, but in this one it stands out as banal. But Prieto also gives us one of the great closing shots: El Chivo and his sad, violent black dog leaving us for whatever the horizon offers.
I've left out a lot here -- including the nature of the aforementioned central accident and exactly how it affects everyone -- only to keep Amores Perros a virgin experience for the first-time viewer; ideally, you should go into it knowing absolutely nothing except that the excruciatingly convincing dogfight scenes were, indeed, skillfully faked. (And perhaps you shouldn't even know that; for its American release -- though not on the DVD -- the movie began with a disclaimer that no dogs were harmed during filming, as if we'd assume that those crazy Mexican filmmakers would destroy live dogs for realism.) In that respect, Amores Perros is a lot like Pulp Fiction, which also arrived garlanded with awards, critical hosannas, and buzz about its violence (in both cases, the violence hype was a bit overblown). But González Iñárritu is a more thoughtful filmmaker than Quentin Tarantino, whose best work slyly up-ends clichés and is deeply entertaining for that reason; González Iñárritu takes clichés and burrows around inside them, looking for the grain of truth -- the connection to reality -- that created them in the first place. As I say, it's early yet and I'll be happy to be proven wrong, but I don't anticipate seeing another debut film in the next eight years as richly textured, ambitious, deeply felt, and downright satisfying as Amores Perros. Alejandro González Iñárritu has thrown down the challenge. Anyone care to top it?