Desierto is a Mexican thriller by Jonás Cuarón (son of Alfonso), about a band of immigrants trying to cross the US/Mexico border. Among them is our hero, Gael García Bernal in what appears to be a closet cosplay of Ash Ketchum, and he and his companions quickly end up on the run from Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his very bad pupper, a drunk racist with a Confederate flag on his car whose motivation to murder them all is...??? He has…
This is one of the most bizarrely awful movies I've ever seen.
Most of the actors are completely lost. Like they found them on the street and gave them $50 to recite these lines and didn't give them any context. There are multiple instances where it seems like the actors are flubbing their lines and starting over, but the camera just keeps rolling. There's no way they shot any of these dialogue scenes more than once, if so, I shudder…
It's bad enough to be a messy jumble of blunt gross messaging and misogynist ideas, but it's even worse to present them with so much gorgeous cinematography and perfect acting that I keep looking for reasons to like it that never appear.
I don't know much about Tom Ford outside of his fragrance line, and I didn't see his first movie, but he pretty clearly has some problems with women that he needs to get worked out. Nocturnal…