This is a Mexican drama. It tells the story of a hopeless case of middle-aged Augusto, who is a teacher, husband to beautiful Ruth and falls for a destructive passion for a 13-year old sort of adopted daughter of his.
The tragic journey to catch the escaping dove (or maybe in Mexico it is more like a seagull) should teach him a lesson. Yet he never learns and carries on through neckbreaking quest. The trip he undertakes is less geographical and more existential. There is a very high ladder he falls down from.
Perhaps this is a portrayal of contemporary Mexico and how thin the border is between the rich and the poorest. Perhaps this is a tale showing how relatively simple it is to switch from a fairly comfortable life to a life in the gutter.
All in all, perhaps the strongest side of this film is the costume, the colour, the music and the illusive beauty of the girl, who seems so innocent.
Marcel Lévesque is a car salesman. The best one among his colleagues for many years. He is 67 years old, lives across the street from the garage, has a single daughter and an 8-year old grandson. He is a very happy person, who enjoys his time on this earth with the people he likes and those two he truly loves.
The peaceful image presented begs for a disturbance, for a crack which unfortunately for the protagonist comes from two sides. Both cracks are signalled very early in the movie which makes them less shocking.
The moral of the story may be read from various angles.
Maybe it is about having a life outside of the job or maybe it is about making your job your life. I don’t know. But this is a very melancholic and lovely tale of life.
To an extent it reminded me of Glengarry Glen Ross – as one more time the job of a salesman is to sell something people don’t want to buy or can’t afford to buy. But it does have a more personal edge to it. Amazing cinema.