Secuestro Express

Secuestro Express

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Morally and aesthetically bankrupt, Secuestro Express allows first-time director Jonathan Jakubowicz to exploit and sell out his Venezuelan culture; the film doesn’t function as art or social interrogation because it’s nothing more than a Hollywood calling card. Sloppily structured as a just-another-day-in-Caracas radio report about the kidnapping of a rich girl (Mia Mestro) and her boyfriend (Jean Paul Leroux) by three overzealous thugs, this unseemly creation confuses its borrowed film-school tics for urgency. From bad to worst: City of God-style freeze frames to introduce its characters (Budu is a painter, rapist, and sentimental father—how’s that for a paradox?—and Carla is a volunteer at a public clinic, natch); a Stedicam strapped to an actor’s chest for that queasy, I’m-having-a-really-bad-day effect (see Requiem for a Dream); and an absolutely absurd bullet-time shot in which the film’s kidnappers simply sit around a table and talk (no gun fire to dodge, no kung-fuing cows, simply three guys shooting the proverbial shit).

That’s not even a complete account of the film’s nonsensical visual exasperation—endless fast-motion shots and a medley of split-screens are either meant to augment or detract from Jakubowicz’s juvenile inspection of his country’s moral oblivion. The only thing he succeeds at is revealing his own. This third-world Man Bites Dog declares, “Every 60 minutes a person is abducted in Latin America. 70% of the victims do not survive.” You half expect to hear Law & Order‘s opening gavel sound as an accompaniment. It never comes, of course, because there’s no law and order in Jakubowicz’s world. The cops are as corrupt as the criminals they chase, but rather than study the roots and effects of this problem, the director trivializes it, seemingly using the not-so-black-and-white divide between police and criminals as an excuse to unleash a spectacle of sensationalist hurt against Carla (Maestro) and Martin (Leroux).

The film comes on strong—not in a docurealist fashion, but as a full-on assault to common sense and decency. Indeed, when the insufferable Budu, curiously obsessed with Leonardo DiCaprio, talks about giving Carla HIV (really he means H20—same thing, right?), it’s as if he’s cracking wise for the audience. This isn’t filmmaking—it’s bad improv. And amid the non-stop beatings and threats of rape the couple is subjected to, Jakubowicz manages to insert a pat reduction of his country’s machismo and the inklings of a romance between Carla and one of the kidnappers. Forced to down two pills of ecstasy, Carla spuriously jives with her victimizer about the country’s rich/poor divide, and, made to have sex with the preening queen that supplies the kidnappers their cocaine (see Boogie Nights), Martin is forced out of the closet. These offensive scenarios succeed only in revealing that Jakubowicz’s abject homophobia and sexism—not to mention his contempt for his captive audience—far exceeds the crimes of the film’s kidnappers.

Image/Sound

Bad video photography can actually look good up close and personal. Take, for example, the opening shot of Secuestro Express, in which one of the film's thugs spits some mumbo jumbo at the camera. The skin tones are stunning and detail around the eyes is incredible. If the rest of the film doesn't fare as well, don't fault the transfer, which does a fine job preserving the original material's abject ugliness. Audio is infinitely better. Indeed, you'd never know the film cost less than half a million to produce from the explosiveness of the non-stop gunfire and screaming.

Extras

First up are two unbearable commentary tracks. In the first, director Jonathan Jakubowicz flies solo, validating my gripes with the film in unexpected ways. During the film's offensive gay sex scene, Jakubowicz pretends to be an authority on what it's like to be a middle-class homosexual in Caracas. "I'm not a woman," he says, detailing how he allowed Mia Maestro to improv her character's reaction to the sex scene. In short: Because Jakubowicz has a dick, he can tell us how gay men behave but can't tell a woman how to act. At least the pathetic sincerity of the track is preferable to the sheer annoyance of the second, in which Jakubowicz and the actors who play the film's thugs holler at the screen in Spanish for 87 minutes straight. Rounding out the disc are two deleted scenes, a 9-minute junket-style defense of the film's devotion to truth, a Spanish-language making-of featurette pieced together from tons of behind-the-scenes material, a music video by Vagos y Maleantes (the members of which play the film's thugs), and a bunch of theatrical trailers.

Overall

Make sure to wear a condom if you plan on getting anywhere near this film.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • Spanish 5.1 Surround
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • 2 Commentary Tracks
  • 2 Deleted Scenes
  • "Secuestro Express: The Film & The Facts" Featurette
  • Vagos Y Maleantes "Guajira" Music Video
  • "The Making of Secuestro Express" Featurette
  • Theatrical Trailers
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    DVD
    Release Date
    January 3, 2006
    Distributor
    Buena Vista Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    87 min
    Rating
    R
    Year
    2005
    Director
    Jonathan Jakubowicz
    Screenwriter
    Jonathan Jakubowicz
    Cast
    Mia Maestro, Jean Paul Leroux, Carlos Molina, Pedro Perez, Carlos Madera, Ruben Blades