"and your mother too" is like the cinematic representation of mexican juvenile version of jack kerouac's "on the road", a contemporary road movie is raging outloud with audacity on epicurean narcotic indulgement and graphic sex as well as some leftist apathy… More
"and your mother too" is like the cinematic representation of mexican juvenile version of jack kerouac's "on the road", a contemporary road movie is raging outloud with audacity on epicurean narcotic indulgement and graphic sex as well as some leftist apathy on the banal mexican politics, a coming of age tale on the obnoxious self-centered youth. frankly, it's less than i have expected in the first place, but compared with the shallow chessy american teen movies, this one is much more provocatively realistic and joyfully poignant. it sweeps the audience, particularly males, with its gritty honesty. but except its honesty and emancipation from the ideological apparatus dominates the american cinema, it seems to lack a meaningful point. maybe that reflects the absence of respect for life is a common nowaday phenomenon?
the story is simple, two spoilt rich kids with well-to-dp parents have excessive money and leisure time on their hands to smoke pots and shag around. what troubles them most is simply the overwhelming boredom becuz they don't have a thing to worry or concern in the world. so they whimsically targets on an older relative's lonely wife who happens to be addled with her spouse's infidelity, conjuring up a beach called heaven's mouth which may not exist to get her into a long road trip with them. they're fortunate becuz this wretched woman needs new exploration of life to savor her drab life and she may also be secretly wishing to get laid. so here they are....on the road.
despite the dosage of sex might be a bit too heavy and spicy (as if it's a dish served for me, the audience, to taste. ha), but this movie obeys a very human tangible principle by being dialogue-driven...thru their conversations within the car, the profile of their characters are drawed with dimensions. but it depends highly on narrations to help rendering their psychological developments as well as their sweet and sour past memories. (a merit or defect?) it's freewheeling just like "on the road", kerouac's narrator sal paradise depicts all his friends' disdemeanors while himself seems to play the "metanarrative" to tell you all their thinkings. but the narrator in the movie doesn't play a part in the story but stays detached like a voyeurist.
the kerouac beatniks in "on the road" still holds a yearning to seek some spirituality even their carnial fleshes are rotten with overflown desires. somehow the youth in "and your mother too" lose that course of mentality for sure, their main purpose is potential orgy. and also women in "on the road" is simply sex objects devoid of character dimensions as the men are probing life while shagging them(pardon the phrase..)..but "and your mother too" seems to reverse that, woman is the one in search of a meaning, the motor to drive the men forward as she's getting her un-satisfactory laids(transiet and lack of "quality"), she's contemplating on life, weeping her way over a divorce, solving it resourcefully with tenderness despite her behaviours, on the other hand, aren't quite discreet.
the audience would firstly associate this movie by the sex since the woman character is too willing and available like an ideal phallic dream for male adolescents: a hot mature chic is more than ready for your penetration and she's also maternally big-hearted enough to offer your pal once just to mend your brotherly companionship. most of all, she ain't timid over a spontaneous threesome. where you could obtain such divine opportunity?? huh? primarily, the audience would surely dismiss the feministic aspect of it since the men are the ones sexually profited from this, but the movie is also frank enough to expose that young dudes cannot give gratifying sex. (at least they're "polite" enough to apologize for it)..but the whole story is about the woman's anew expenditure to break thru her withered life of temporality.
in the field of film noir and beat generation literature, american outlaws, criminals or rebellious youth always escape to mexico, a primitive land of vitality, for a glimpse of light for life. how about mexicans themselves? to run even further from the metropolitan area to the savage highways close the pacific ocean. thus i call it comtemporary mexican interpretation of "on the road"...
(ps) as you're watching it, you might feel the digust that why a educated well-shaped woman could be so low to condescend herself as a cheap gratuitous plaything for two brats who cannot even....and the boys are all self-centered enough to neglect the fact she's crying herself in the phonebooth inside the tavern. no one consoles her while herself is lightened up with the spirit to teach these two brats the truth of life, some free sex lessons as well as some meanings of things.(wouldn't that be a bit TOO EASY?) you won't excuse her until her disastrous revelation in the end....and one feeling i have over it would be sex is the best at the stage of your covetous imagination, watching every move in microscople makes you lose the admiring affection over the opposite sex. (it's for both man and woman)