Mil nubes de paz cercan el cielo, amor, jamás acabarás de ser amor

Wow! Is Mexican film making coming along! Mil Nubes de Paz is one of the most interesting and enjoyable "arthouse style" films I've seen in a long time. The black & white cinematography is perfect, reminiscent of classic 1930's Hollywood films. The facial closeup shots and facial expressions reminiscent of Ingmar Bergman and early Pedro Almodovar.

Mil Nubes de Paz is a stark film about a gay young man looking for love on the streets of Mexico City. It is beautifully told, the flow of imagery at least as important as the dialog in telling the story. I watched on the DVD release from Strand Releasing, with digital transfer approved by the Director. Highly recommended!

Seeing all the negative comments about "A Thousand Clouds of Peace," makes me think that in order to appreciate a film like this, one has to specifically appreciate this kind of filmmaking. For this is a true, independent art-house film in the classic sense. It is a film that conveys feeling, mood, and story, not with words, but with images. and that is what film is supposed to do.

Unashamedly romantic, the film follows the character Gerardo in his search for a person who has offered promises of true love to him. When this guy fails to meet Gerardo on the bridge as promised, he begins to wander the city alone, looking for someone that he never manages to find. Instead, he encounters various strangers who have all experienced a similar disappointment in their own lives. This is a tale filled with broken people who are forever looking for love, happiness, or some human connection. The glorious black and white photography adds to the haunting and lonely atmosphere, while giving the movie a truly beautiful look. The performances are all fine, and utterly believable, especially the acting of Juan Carlos Ortuno, in the main role of Gerardo. His expressive eyes radiate a kind of genuine sadness and loneliness seldom seen even in actors with years of acting experience; and this guy is only 17 years old. If you have a good memory, "A Thousand Clouds of Peace" just might make you recall what it felt like at that age, to be in love, and feeling everything so intensely. This is truly a treat for film lovers; but don't expect a linear story with a lot of talking and exposition...film isn't about that. it's about images, and this one is filled with many that are dazzling, and unforgettable. On a side note, it is very rare to find a gay-themed film that has any artistic value, so this movie is truly a discovery. For those who prefer Hollywood mainstream productions however, you might want to skip this one altogether..

"A Thousand Clouds of Peace" is a low budget Mexican oddity, filmed in grainy black-and-white, that has the look and feel of an "art film" stamped all over it. It is a largely nonverbal tale of a 17-year old named Gerardo who, having just been dumped by his boyfriend, now spends his days and nights wandering around the city in a desultory daze, trying to come to terms with his loneliness and despair.

"A Thousand Clouds of Peace" is definitely an acquired taste, but a person who opens himself up to the beauty of its images and the pervasiveness of its mood may find himself intrigued - if not exactly mesmerized - by the experience. The film consists mainly of Gerardo staring soulfully either into the distance or directly into the camera, but Juan Carlos Ortuno creates such a brooding presence that we actually find ourselves touched by the universality of his character's plight. By providing little in the way of drama, dialogue and character interaction, writer/director Julian Hernandez gives the film the simplified form of a parable, turning it into a study of heartbreak and unrequited love, but one stripped of all the usual distractions and clutter.

Dreamlike in its imagery and pacing, "A Thousand Clouds of Peace" will remind you of any number of European art films from the 1960's. Take that as either a recommendation or a warning, depending on your own personal taste.

Almost immediately after to have gained the Teddy in Berlin arrives to Mexico this film with this so long title. The director (Hernandez) who admires the Italian neorealism cinema, and in special of Pasolini (the title is the two last lines of a poem of him), and gay declared, tries to count a history of glorious love in black and white. History turns around a boy treating to understand the letter that left its lover him. The result a film with some technical faults but that yes close one: the use of different lenses, planes sequences, with few but poetic dialogs, and same the black and white one obtain that the spectator follows the fates of the protagonist. It is possible to clarify that if you have the prejudice of which here the homosexual is promiscuous you are going it to strengthen.

Looks like film noir and Bergman. Plays like Lynch. Amazing looking and sounding film. Pretentious? Yes. Did I understand it? Not really. Does that matter? Not a jot. A beautiful, haunting, melodic flow of images and ideas.

But without the excessive artyness, with the plot clearer and more attention to characters, or to put it another way, with a director half as good as its cinematographer, it could have been amazing all over.