Veranito (Once Again) is my latest film.
It was shot in Mexico and the US over the last three years
It is in Spanish and English.
I am submitting to festivals and all that, but if you are interested in seeing it then you can send me an email at cruyffbedroom @ gmail
Only enough characterization to understand the stakes. The rest is generic enough so each moment can be infused with small bits of invention – the younger brother who turns straight while in prison, the outrageousness of the young cop’s scene where he strapped with explosives (absolutely no holding back regarding emotions!), the cops are frequently foiled leading to more civilian casualties. Thinking of that younger brother: the shot of him on the stretcher in the tunnel, being pushed around, bullets…
Cinema without risk. A director waving his hands without purpose, barreling through imagery he is unprepared to deal with and settling for cheap shortcuts (the shots with the shoes). What does this have to say about fascism or life under it, its effects on people? It is empty caricature, settling finally on a coming of age story that's maudlin and without distance - forget about everything and dance! Ultimately, Waititi seeks to do two things: redeem those living under fascism…
The final scene is indicative of the issues at play here. It is a small revelation from one character to another, a surprise, deepening the connection between them, an homage to their past, a tribute. But it's all wrong. The rhythm is too fast, there's no patience, no poetry - my auteurist broken brain for some reason made a connection to Crowe's We Bought a Zoo and the ending of that film, where Crowe takes his time, showing the emotional…
