An expressive movie full of force. A journey through the night started as fun by two rich and bored kids. They met face on with the part of the city they've been spared so far. They live there, yet they don't. The kids have long and aristocratic names in their pedigrees; the caifanes barely amount to nicknames: el gato, el azteca, el estilos, and so on. The director, Juan Ibañez makes a movie that strongly reminds us of his theatrical formation. The result is quite interesting. Some scenes are memorable. Take for instance, the one where the whole gang breaks into a funerary and Gato assigns each one a coffin according to the life they've led so far. Of course, pretty Paloma gets one embroiled with silk which matches the soft skin of his hands and the wings of her name as Gato puts it. Once inside they start voicing their feeling about being dead. You hear some beautiful poetry grandly declaimed as if in a theater scenario as well as the street sayings of the have-nots. It ends when a coffin slams shut on one of them and they understand that death has come to play along as they were asking aloud. The finals scenes are remarkable when Estilos the guitar toting guy, is confronted by Jaime, Paloma's boyfriend. He wants to fight the rich kid and he dismisses him by saying: "It's easy for you to fight. You've got nothing to lose, 'cause you've got nothing at all." He thinks he's right because as a member of the upper class, he's been taught that. But in the end, Jaime is the one who loses the one thing he cares most about. Won't tell, but you can imagine.
