Mundo grúa

There are some moving scenes, and the characters seem to have some life in them, but overall this Boy-Meets-Job movie loses its way too often.

Plot details that seem important are never mentioned again. Relationships are neither clarified nor advanced. People seem to be struggling, but it's unclear what they're struggling against. It's an interesting mess, but a mess all the same.

That's really all one can compare this film with. One of those verbal slices of life that no one really listens to unless trapped in a moving car on a transcontinental highway about a hundred miles outside Albuquerque.

Not that it's entirely boring. The script and direction are coherent, and the viewer can certainly identify with the main character as another poor schmoe who's been run over by life, with no way out. In a way, it elicits a positive reaction because Rulo, the fiftyish and overweight protagonist, never seems to lose spirit as he suffers one telling blow after another.

As with many other recent films coming out of post-fascist South America, it is moreover revealing of the intense personal struggles these basically European people have faced as time continues to run against them in terms of their general redundancy within the context of a world economy.

In a word, sad. But I would watch it again if only to find those small connections with a more universal meaning, like how important it is personally not to give up against great odds. For all his problems, Rulo still possesses the love of his friends, his family, and his sweetheart.

When this film was originally released I had the chance to see it on the big screen. It did have a rather limited release; it didn't have support from a private television station and exhibitors didn't have much confidence in it. No stars are in this film, only people who usually play supporting roles in soap operas or in the theater.

But the results were first rate and eventually television made people aware of its worth. All of the actors are excellent and engaging. The black and white cinematography is terrific. The best Argentinean films were not photographed in color and this production is worthy of that tradition.

Francisco Canaro's famous waltz, "Corazón de oro", is used as the film theme with great success. Although written in 1928 (reworking his unsuccessful 1925 tango "París"), his music emerges naturally as it was intended to be used in this film. Director Pablo Trapero did a find job, reediting Canaro's 1951 recording.

The story of a nice guy whose youthful dreams were shattered and has to struggle with Argentina's crisis as well is still a very good movie.

Whoever is saying this movie is aimless probably didn't get it. Every scene has some significance that builds on the characters. It felt like it could have been made in any time period, it was so simple and relatable. The pacing was actually rather quick, I don't think there was a single scene over 2 and a half minutes. I didn't want it to end. Everything felt so tangible, the sights, the sounds. On certain shots the exposure is completely bonkers and I don't think it was intentional. Like some shots look like complete garbage, grainy, but for the most part the movie was actually gorgeous. Almost every scene was a static shot, and the movie did not need anything more than that. They don't harp on any one thing too much, and almost every shot has a different, and well thought out design. I didn't feel like a lot of the shots were repeats, except for where it was deliberate. A lot of beautiful images and scenes in this film. I watched it completely randomly while browsing Mexico Netflix (have no idea how that even happened lol) and it was just a treat. If you're a fan of film in general and want a nice relaxing watch, with little conflict, and the main character making friends this is the movie for you.

The gorgeous, slightly grainy, black and white photography of this film would seem to come from earlier decades. The characters, buildings and vehicles could belong in the 70s or early 80s. Only later did it dawn on me that the story takes place during the tough Argentine economic crisis of the late 90s and early 00s. The film shares a visual look with some early Scorcese work, although its social theme is perhaps more reminiscent of the Italian neorealist films of the 40s and 50s.

Crane World also reminds me a bit of Five Easy Pieces, with Jack Nicholson, which also deals with a sensitive musician who puts his music aside in order to work in construction (even if the circumstances surrounding their main characters are very different). Unlike Robert Dupea (Nicholson's role in Five Easy Pieces), Crane World's Rulo has a beautiful sense of humor and doesn't take himself terribly seriously. He's a dreamer confronted by reality, but also an every day man navigating life as fluidly as he can. As the going gets tough, he makes an effort to keep his chin up and find serenity within his struggle.

The film doesn't provide big explosions or fireworks. It's a quiet and very elegant piece of work. What consistently amazes about it from start to finish is how natural and spontaneous it feels. One might as well be watching a documentary or be dreaming.

Unfortunately for non-Spanish speakers, some of the magic will be lost in translation. Much of the melody comes from the Argentine dialogue that the actors produce so effortlessly.

Still, there's no good reason to miss this touchingly eloquent jewel. I can only wonder why it's not better known.