The Violin

Songs in the Street, Revolution in the Air

The tiny, tough, sneakily moving film “The Violin” wears its revolutionary romanticism on its sleeve, not far from its gun. Set amid the mountains of the southern Pacific Coast state of Guerrero, Mexico, home of both touristic pleasures and peasant revolt, it blends fablelike simplicity with documentary touches to tell the story of a near-primordial struggle between the haves and the have-nots. For the three generations of one indigenous family who travel to small, dusty towns, playing their music for coins, the struggle is written on their unsmiling faces and in their plaintive, haunting songs. [...]

di Manohla Dargis, articolo completo (3686 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times 7 dicembre 2007