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"El Angel" is a consistently watchable crime thriller/case study of the real-life Argentine serial killer Carlos Puch. It is set in the seventies and feels eminently authentic. Its soundtrack, of Spanish rock songs, is also fantastic.

In this film, Puch is a habitual thief who seems incapable of remorse, or even perhaps any other emotion. He has a baby face and a head of curls and seems wide eyed and innocent. He walks through other people's homes as though they are his own; if anything, he seems more at ease there than in his own home.

A friendship leads to a local criminal who provides him with guns, and soon Carlos isn't just robbing people. He kills like a true psychopath with no emotion whatsoever, nor does he hesitate or even think about what he is doing.

His shootings seem to happen out of his control, especially in one scene that seems quite unrealistic. Carlos is apparently a crack shot the first time he has to handle a gun.

The movie includes a repulsive and unexpected shot of an old man's wrinkled, hairy scrotum hanging out of his boxer shorts. Repulsive.

Other than that, "El Angel" is a good movie. I say check it out.

«El ángel» is a gruesome, morbid and prudish film, which does not confront what it proposes nor does it portray what it suggests, turning the best-known serial killer in the criminal history of Argentina into a young boy with voluptuous roundness, who enters and leaves the houses of the rich and businesses with ease, who kills in cold blood and carries out robberies à la carte. But what «El ángel» omits is grave, only to sell us the pretty face of a young actor, put the killer's sexuality on the front page and emphasizes (a bit too much) his ambiguity, since the affairs of theGBTQ+ community are fashionable, and the unrepentant Pedro Almodóvar is listed among the producers.

The real life of Carlos Robledo Puch, as anyone can read in the annals of Argentine crime (via the internet), was more violent, morbid and marginal than what is described in the film. The script paints him as a cute psychopath, but does not give us clues or evidence of his maladjustments, concentrating instead on the full lips of Guillermo Ferro, the actor who plays him. In fact, this "invention" that Ferro interprets (very well, it must be said, considering that he had no acting experience) seems like a rational boy, aware of his capacities and qualities and with a not-too-hidden emotional streak, that easily surfaces in several scenes, when it is the turn of melodrama.

In this portrait of Carlos Robledo, there is no connection to the Argentine socio-political and economic crisis of 1971, when the country was subjugated by the first of the dictatorships that have harassed that republic, and insurrections and guerrillas had increased. There are a couple of torture threats made by police officers, or checkpoints, but little more is said about the dramatic panorama in which the young Robledo lived, stole and killed.

All the while, the script plays with his sexuality, but it evades the graphic in his relationship with a school mate (Chino Darín, who looks too old to be a high school student, that evolves from student to petty thief, to hustler and, suddenly, to aspiring television star); and omits Robledo's notorious kidnappings, rapes and murders of women. The film prefers to maintain a constant homoerotic tension between the two men, and introduces an implausible relationship with two female twins.

The film, in short, embellishes the life of the delinquent Carlos Robledo Puch, the "thief with a woman's face" capable of seducing police officers; and sets his criminal activities in jewelry shops, gun shops, old retirees' mansions or homosexual art collectors' apartments, when in reality Robledo mainly robbed and killed in hardware stores, bars, supermarkets and car agencies.

If I forget that this is a semi-biographical film, «El ángel» is nothing more than a standard and inconsequential little film that once again shows the creative jam of Argentina's mainstream cinema.

...which annoyed me, because the production, cinematography and direction are amazing. Ferro didn't feel natural speaking, apparently everyone thinks he's pretty and provably that's attractive in an actor and main role (even if he doesn't look much like the real life Carlos Puch), but his lines felt very forced and sounded very unnatural, it's more noticeable if you understand the original language and Argentinian accent. I understand Carlos Puch is an absolute psychopath (excuse me if it's not the exact technical medical definition of what he is, but you get what I mean) and being inexpressive and lack of emotion in extreme situations could be part of his personality, but when Ferro is trying to act "normal" and talking to family or friends he looks and sounds very unconvincing. Still, besides this few scenes when I didn't like Ferro's performance, the movie is very well produced and I did enjoy it very much. There's also the fact that a couple of his worst crimes were left untold in the movie, which is weird, as they would have added a lot of weight and define better how bizarre and sinister Carlos is. Still, good movie, but because of (in my opinion, of course) the main role's bad casting, I have to lower my score quite a bit.

It has an exceptional cinematography and captures the details of 1970s superbly. Costumes, make-up, hairstyles, it feels very real. They paid very close attention to small details to really take you into that time period. It portrays this criminal in a loveable and almost cute way which forces the viewer have this interesting conflict while watching which you may not have had if this was a documentary.

The true story of 17-year-old baby faced killer Carlos "Angel" Puch.

Watched this last night - absolutely stunningly directed, filmed and terrific acting, I found. Struggled a bit with the Argentinian Spanish and was very thankful for the English subtitles. :)

I'd love to hear from the people who are responsible for the comparatively poor rating (if I give it 10 and it sits on 6.8 there must be a few fairly poor votes) what they didn't like about it.