A riches story amidst the filth and squalor of the Smokey Mountain. A scavenger among the garbage who had to carry her crippled mother on her back while begging on the steps of the Manila Cathedral. Raped by an unknown man she left her poverty laden existence and won success as a singer.
Even now, the well-established Snyder has yet to learn this as he continues to allow misguided decisions to convince him that his projects hold the same kind of intelligent and emotional weight. Army of the Dead is a tonal mess, one that never decides what it’s trying to be, and, for all we know, doesn’t want to decide.
The documentary depicts the indigenous people of Mexico with sublime reverence, highlighting a generational harmony with the land.
Despite everything it was capable of, all of these poor choices strung together amount to nothing more than a counter-productive film.
One of THE most frustrating trends in the mainstream film industry over the last several decades has been the onset of comedy efforts that seem SO focused on being crude and/or gross-out in all ways possible. That, at least for me, makes them no longer funny.
