Combine Bubble with The Brown Bunny, add a ton of suckage, and you have this second effort from the director of Japón, which looked great but was really boring and forced us to watch an eightysomething woman engaged in hard-core sex. There's real sex in this confusing, metaphysical road trip through Mexico City, too: some of it grotesque, some of it hot, none of it really helping along this "story" about fat, bumbling chauffeur Marcos Hernández kidnapping a baby, with, of course, tragic consequences.
The film is by turns dull and abrasive, with minimal dialogue and incidental noises cranked up to pain-inducing levels, whether it be a marching band, gas station Muzak or cuckoo clocks. The cast are all non-actors, and boy, does it show. Mostly, our full-figured protagonist walks or drives around staring blankly at things. Eventually, he wets his pants and gets suddenly violent. If all this sounds artistically daring to you, you'll love it. Also, you're insane.