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“Sin Nombre” is a improbable debut for Cary Joji Fukunaga – an narrative about all the harrowing obstacles that illegal immigrants from Central America face before they ever even come the U.S. border, if they even design it that far. You can like this movie whatever your politics because it’s refreshingly free of preaching and lectures and messages. I’m against illegal immigration but I collected got caught up in it on an emotional level. Fukunaga simply presents a straightforward record concerning Sayra, a Honduran girl about 15 y/o and Willy, a Mexican boy a runt older, maybe 17 y/o. The viewer is left to plot his or her hold personal conclusions regarding the Large Relate of illegal immigration and Third World poverty and colonialism and imperialism and exploitation and economics and gangs and so on. I can remember seeing a TV newsmagazine segment a few years ago on how these migrants improper Mexico on the tops of cargo trains. Not inside the boxcars, but clinging to the tops of the cars. Apparently, the interiors of the cars are too uncertain because of bandits and/or rapists and murderers – both free-lance thugs and organized gangsters. At any rate, the whole scene is totally lawless. Anybody who attempts this pace is taking their life into their occupy hands. They’re beset upon by not only the aforementioned bandits, but also the Mexican authorities, who seem entirely unsympathetic, to effect it mildly. At the time I thought: “What a titanic premise for a movie!” Seems like Mr. Fukunaga agreed.
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I contemplate the trailer gives away too grand already, so I’ll try to be careful what I say here. Willy is a member of Mara Salvatrucha and Sayra is making her draw North when their paths intersect atop a swear. Willy makes a moment-of-truth decision that permanently and irrevocably disrupts his life and suddenly binds the wide-eyed Sayra to his side from that instant on. Then the stagger is on and it’s a titanic one.
This movie is not only extremely graphic, but also very true-to-life and thoroughly realistic. For example, there’s a scene where an unarmed Willy is being hunted by two gunmen and I figured he would simply turn the tables on them and accumulate their guns. After all, Sylvester Stallone would unprejudiced laugh if it was a mere two killers after him, proper? Sylvester would then easily slay them both bare-handed in a few seconds, suitable? Even with his eyes closed if he wanted to. But then I realized that Willy without his believe gun and without his gang was objective a terrorized boy running for his life like a rabbit. At that point, I realized unprejudiced how proper this movie was and I really got into it.
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Fukunaga gets uniformly elegant low-key and histrionics-free performances out of his entire cast. Not a single ragged link among all of them. The two leads are positive standouts but there’s a lot of apt work by the other actors. Lil’ Mago is absolutely terrifying; a figure straight out of a nightmare but calm seeming human. Martha Marlene is comic and very touching when we realize what her fate is going to be. Smiley is honest on the money – a colossal peformance by a child actor. Scarface reminds us that not all of the Mara Salvatrucha are kids; some of them actually survive into their 30’s and 40’s and so on. I believe the guy playing El Sol gets somewhat overlooked. His character doesn’t have Lil’ Mago’s eerie appearance but he manages to be every bit as scary impartial the same.
Also, Mr. Fukunaga clearly knows his Shakespeare. Willy has two different relationships that both echo “Romeo and Juliet” and there’s a scene at the kill that’s a recent version of “Et tu, Brute? ” from “Julius Caesar”. But what I like most about him is his obstinacy. He was given a Sundance Studios green light to manufacture a film and he came up with a Spanish language memoir made in Mexico with an all-Hispanic cast. Not a single gringo in peep, but don’t let the sub-titles discourage you from experiencing a excellent, extremely well-made, deeply bewitching film. Go inspect it and occupy the DVD when it comes out – it’s that noble.
Sin Nombre has it all – expansive acting, exquisite cinematography, much themes, and unbelievable realism. The realism is no accident. Young filmmaker Cary Fukunaga spent months in Mexico, interviewing both immigrants and gang members about their experiences. He shot on station, and many cast members are nonprofessionals. For example, Edgar Flores, in the lead role as a member of the Chiapas chapter of the brutal Mara Salvatrucha (MS-13) gang, is straight off the streets of Tegucigalpa, Honduras.
Despite the specific setting of the tumultuous U.S.-Mexico border, Sin Nombre addresses noteworthy and universal themes of damnation and redemption. At least, that’s how I saw it. In an interview, Fukunaga himself said he sees it as being about family – “the disintegration and recreation of the family unit in its recent and varying forms.”
The situation centers around a chance and fateful encounter between gang member Willy and a 15-year-old Honduran girl, Sayra (Paulina Gaitan), who is riding north through Mexico atop a express. Though Sayra’s scamper, viewers fetch an appreciation for the intense dangers faced by Central Americans trekking toward the promised land.
Without giving away anything, I can divulge you a bit of background on how the film came about. Fukunaga, a native of the San Francisco Bay Set, was in film school in Modern York when he read a Fresh York Times legend on a group of Mexican and Central American immigrants who died of asphyxiation and heat exhaustion while trapped and abandoned inside a refrigerated trailer. His short 2004 documentary about that case, “Victoria Para Chino,” won multiple film awards.
That project evolved into Sin Nombre, as Fukunaga explained in an IndieWire interview. Doing the research, he said, “I learned about the unpleasant perambulate Central American immigrants went through in order to procure to the United States – crossing the infinitely more risky badlands of Mexico on top of (not in) freight trains scurry for the US Border. It was like a world that belonged to the veteran wild west.”
Against the advice of friends, Fukunaga gained intimacy with his topic by taking the same harrowing train-top coast that he would film. On his first scuttle, with 700 Central American immigrants, the content was attacked within three hours:
“We were somewhere in the pitch dismal regions of the Chiapan country side. In the alcove of the next suppose car I heard the determined pops of gunshots, always louder than they seem in the movies, then the screams of immigrants passing the word: ‘Pandillas! Pandillas!’ (gangsters) . Everyone scattered, I could hear them running in past our tanker car. Not having any where to urge to, I stayed on…. The next day I talked to two Hondurans who were next to the attack. They told me a Guatemalan immigrant didn’t want to give two bandits his money so they shot him and throw him under the jabber. [Later] I learned the police had found the body of a Guatemalan immigrant, shot and abandoned…. Nothing could have driven home the sensation of fright and impotence than what I had felt first hand with those immigrants.”
Fukunaga’s willingness and ability to examine through the eyes of others probably owes worthy to his upbringing. Fukunaga is described in an L.A. Times article as “a wandering spirit with a Japanese father, a Swedish mother, a Chicano stepdad and an Argentine stepmom [who] can’t be reduced to the sum of his parts, ethnic or otherwise. Growing up, he shuffled from the suburbs to the country to the barrio (‘Crips and Bloods, people getting shot’) to the East Bay’s hillside bourgeois enclaves. His family, he says, always has been a ‘conglomeration of individual, sort of displaced people,’ recombinations of relatives and step-relatives, blood kin and surrogate kin, parents and what he calls “pseudo-parents” who treated him like a son.”
With this background, Fukunaga was able to retract not only the immigrant experience, but the pathos of gang life in Central America and Mexico, with brutality and hopelessness transmitted from generation to generation. Sin Nombre doesn’t give the history or context for the Mara Salvatrucha (MS-13), which at 100,000-strong is widely considered one of the most fastest-growing and hazardous gangs in the world. But you can come by that elsewhere on the Web.
In brief, the MS-13 is an outgrowth of the 1980s war in El Salvador, which led to a massive migration of up to two million refugees into the United States. Many settled in the Ramparts position of Los Angeles, where the gang was founded. Strict U.S. immigration policies in more fresh years have paradoxically worsened the gang jam, allowing the MS-13 to glean footholds in Central America and Mexico. The MS-13 is known for its shimmering tattoos, but some say members are sharp away from tattoos because they so brilliantly illuminate gang membership for authorities. A documentary on the MS-13, Hijos de la Guerra (Children of the War), can be previewed at hijosdelaguerra dot com.
Sin Nombre is getting universal acclaim, and richly deserves the directing and cinematography awards it garnered at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival.
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