The film’s parallels are drawn so bluntly that they lose all suggestive force, since there’s little left to suggest.
It explicitly identifies its cinematic lineage and constantly refers back to a prestigious crime-film tradition.
In spite of a commendably nasty noir mentality a la The Postman Always Rings Twice, Carancho is flat-out underwhelming.
If you think it’s hard raising a child as a single mother, try doing it in prison.
After the disappointment of Blindness on day one, I enter day two ready to make the most of my time here in Cannes.
The equivalent of looking through a family member’s home movies, Rolling Family is truly less than the sum of its parts.