Nadie te oye. Perfume de violetas

This is one of those Mexican movies that really deserve to be exposed all over the world. Today's Mexican Cinema is dedicated to show the the Mexican culture and its daily life and this movie just does that perfectly without falling within the Mexican movie clichè of unnecessary violence, sex and drug scenes.

The movie is crude, that's true, but at the same time its also very realistic and you commonly see all those same situations within the daily life of the urban poor circles back in Mexico City, although some of those practices are repressed and therefore not openly done.

This movie completely features the not-so-nice side of Mexican society and its practices and common life.

The main character, Yessica, is a tomboy who is often in trouble. As a result, she is transferred to a new school, where she meets Miriam, who lives with her mother in what seems to Yessica like luxury. While Miriam's mother's main concern is saving enough money to get a better television, Yessica doesn't even have a bedroom to sleep in or money for the most basic school supplies. When Yessica's step-brother arranges for her to be raped, things go from bad to worse. In her environment she doesn't feel like there is anyone she can tell, so she must suffer silently, which reminded me of how the women in "Missing Young Woman" were often not missed.

This film, which was Mexico's nomination for best foreign language film of 2001, is difficult to watch, but it's worth the effort. My notes also indicate that I liked the soundtrack. Seen at Cinequest (the San Jose, CA film festival) on 2/27/2002.

I used to live in Mexico and this was definitely the best movie I saw there, and by far the best movie ever made on the life of the poor people of La Ciudad de México. Although Mexico to me is a very distinct place from the one described by the movie, it was shocking to see that these people living in true agony passed by the same places where I'd been and took the same bus as I did. It gave me a totally new perspective on my ride when I sat on that bus again the next morning. Life to most people on this planet is extremely cruel, but sometimes we seem to forget it, even if it's right beneath your very own eyes. Perfume de violetas opened my eyes; I think it would be good to remember that there are over 20 million people living in Mexico City, with the number rising by nearly 3000 every day, and that most people aren't even as well-off as Yessica, and definitely not as lucky as Miriam. Viva Mexico, eh!?!

"Yessica" (Ximena Ayala) is friends at school with "Miriam" (Nancy Gutiérrez) even though the two are really chalk and cheese. The latter is a more restrained lass whilst her friend is more of a boisterous creature. That might be because she lives with her mum and her step-dad and his son "Jorge" (Luis Fernando Peña). Now he's a total creep and makes an arrangement that will pimp out the young girl to his bus driving mate so he can earn some money for a pair of trainers! Despite the fact that she is taken from the street in broad daylight and assaulted on the floor of his bus, there is no effort made by anyone to bring the culprits to book as she, herself, is so embarrassed by the whole experience that she cannot tell anyone. Her rather toxic method of dealing with things is to become even more emotionally attached to "Miriam" and in so doing she starts to make problems for her friend that causes that girl's mother (Arcelia Ramírez) to intervene - and that makes the vulnerable girl even more so. This is quite a savage indictment on attitudes of sexual entitlement by a man whose treatment of the young girl is brutal and cavalier. He has no fear of retribution and as the young "Yessica" goes further off the rails the behaviour of the truly odious brother becomes quite sickeningly effective. That she is violently robbed of her innocence is tragic enough; the fact that she has no recourse to seek help, solace and/or legal redress is punchily portrayed here by a potent performance from Ayala and an unpleasant, under-your-fingernails, one from Peña. It's not a graphic film, but the message is writ large and offers a thought provoking critique of innate and obnoxious societal attitudes to sex.

Almost a new generation Italian neo-realist film minus the political commitment, plus a sense that there is more to suffering than poverty alone: decades of social fragmentation and of "me" ideology have left us all as closed as Leibnitzian windowless monads: packed everywhere, but incapable of any elementary form of communication.

The Italian neo-realists, more or less close to various forms of socialism, had here and there glimpse of (naive, as it was to be seen) hope into the "new man." No such feeling is present here. The sky has closed upon us and is not going to open anytime soon.

All in all, a superb, if terribly dramatic film. The final scene is an absolute masterpiece, hinting at unspeakable horrors directed towards the already beaten, raped, and victimized protagonist, with the exquisite restrain not to show them at all.

A great film, which takes on important themes (sexual violence among teenagers, the dissolution of family and social bonds, the apathy of society towards "inconvenient" realities) without puritan restrain but without unnecessary gore. Highly recommended.