Days of Cinema

Guillermo Arriaga, an okay novel writer that sensacionalizes everything he can touch. His idea of making films is not very far from what he does as a writer. The raves of his earlier work in both books and film, have contributed to his mega ego. He showed some talent in Amores Perros and 21 Grams, but still, his screenplays weren't necessarily good. Later, he ruined The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada, and was the weakest element to hideous Babel. Now, he gives a new director the chance of directing one of his most acclaimed novels. The result becomes an ugly-looking mess, where the only thing worthy is the beauty of Liz Guillardo, and the beautiful score by The Mars Volta,which in my opinion is one of the scores in recent mexican movies. Performances are irregular, but they did what they could, the screenplay and directing didn't do much to help them.