Mexico City, mi amor - Page 2

Julián Hernández charts a broken sky — and the streets below it

In a sense, its extended length could be seen as a direct antithesis to the increasing length of gay porn movies in the DVD age, with each protracted chapter straining toward a skipped heartbeat instead of an orgasm.
Quoting Marguerite Duras at the outset, semisuccessfully treating a twink's misbegotten nightclub hookup as the stuff of epic tragedy, and taking even more time than Duras might to tell a simple story (not to mention one that involves characters she would've found silly), Hernández can't be accused of lacking audacity. He knows how to ravish the viewer — an excellent quality in a director who loves to choreograph love. The fact that Broken Sky's title credit doesn't arrive until nearly an hour into its action — or stasis — more than hints he's influenced by Apichatpong's revelatory Blissfully Yours, but unlike that innovative director, he's still working, conflictedly, within the framework of contemporary gay identity and its attendant commercialism. He and João Pedro Rodrigues (O Fantasma; Two Drifters) are the standout moviemakers in this restrictive realm, but as of now, lacking Rodrigues's devil-may-care imagination, Hernández will have to settle for number two — with a Bullitt T-shirt. SFBG
Dec. 1 and Dec. 3–7
Castro Theatre
429 Castro, SF
(415) 621-6120

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