Mexican Moon

The evolution of the present day indie standard cinematic style could to well to remember the dramatic film style lighting present on Mexican Moon, reminiscent of some of the Japanese semiotic visual storytellers defining mastery.

This movie is ridiculously bad. The acting is horrible. People saying line, after like, with no emotion, or any acting skills, and how about some regional accent from the supposed Mexican girl. She sounds like she was born, and raised in L. A. The direction is clunky, and action scenes are right out of Plan 9 From Outer Space. I realize it's an Indy, low-budget, but you gotta make a better effort with obvious things, like the fact that the actual blood isn't the color of red food dye, and gets darker as it dries. The story makes no sense. Why a drug cartel has $100,000 buried in a grave, with an AK-47 , and a cigar box that is forbidden to look in, is never explained, and wouldn't have made any sense if they tried to come up with something.

I kept waiting for something to happen. Anything. Instead, there's just scene after scene with actors monotonally destroying their lines. About an hour in my brain, in an act of self-preservation, stopped the film.

Absolutely dreadful. It feels like something I'd make myself with a few friends and an iPhone. No real dialogue, very one dimensional characters, pretty basic plot, terrible action shots. It feels like everyone who likes it are trying/pretending to see something that isn't there. It's just really bad.

Visually, this movie is bold and very, very different. Filmmakers took risks here and I commend them for doing so. I enjoyed it.