This feature-length directorial debut from Carlos Cuarón sees Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna re-conjoin like they do (see: Y Tu Mamá También and most other films one or the other is in) to create a dromedy (do people say that?) attempting to satirise contemporary Mexico.
I’m a little bit of a fan of Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna, so was always going to enjoy Rudo Y Cursi. Like at Christmas: I’ll eat any mince pie and enjoy the experience of eating the mince pie because I like mince pies, but I won’t necessarily feel like the mince pie was a particularly good mince pie. That’s not to say that it’s a bad mince pie either, it’s just I’ve had better mince pies.
The performances of the dual leads are typically game, but unfortunately, for me, the protagonists – typified by their nicknames Rudi (Rude) and Cursi (Corny) – are more caricatures than characters. And though this helps the film deliver its more slapstick moments, it’s a hindrance to the political message.
One of the most pleasing aspects of this film is that you actually see the actors playing football – they’re aren’t very good at it (but they’re not bad either), but it makes a refreshing change from the slick crop between leg shot and upper-body shot you get in 110 % of other football fillums. I’m almost tempted to say that it’s worth watching just for that because I think it is … oh wait, I just did!