Sadly I saw this film as part of a tribute to Valentin Trujillo, who died recently. One of Mexico's more prolific leading men and directors, Ratas de la Cuidad was a fitting film to chose, as it has all the key elements of his canon.
Separated from his son after a stretch in gaol, upon his release Trujillo's typical rough-diamond character is taken under the wing of a cop who pulls a few strings and gets his protégé a place by his side as his partner on the beat. Gradually he proves his worth and courage upholding the law, and wins the trust of his immediate boss. But all the while he's eaten up inside by the knowledge that somewhere out there in the big city his son is living rough, and he is driven by the need to find him. His son, meanwhile, has dropped through the cracks of society into a shadowy gang of child-robbers, who squat in slums and survive by selling their spoils to a Fagin-type fence. With no protection, the kids are forced to look after themselves, and a spiral of violence swirls through the film as it winds up to its inevitably tragic conclusion.
A harsh, gritty look at the realities of urban life, albeit at times melodramatic, but without a trace of sentimentality that is a welcome counterpoint to Hollywood fluff. While the performances are never bravura, the script never sparkles, the set-pieces can be a bit leaden, and the characterisations a touch clichéd, it's a film with it's heart in the right place and which knows its purpose - to tell the story of a corrupt society consuming itself from within in a maelstrom of hatred, retribution, and with little hope of redemption.
Closer to the truth than many want to believe.
Separated from his son after a stretch in gaol, upon his release Trujillo's typical rough-diamond character is taken under the wing of a cop who pulls a few strings and gets his protégé a place by his side as his partner on the beat. Gradually he proves his worth and courage upholding the law, and wins the trust of his immediate boss. But all the while he's eaten up inside by the knowledge that somewhere out there in the big city his son is living rough, and he is driven by the need to find him. His son, meanwhile, has dropped through the cracks of society into a shadowy gang of child-robbers, who squat in slums and survive by selling their spoils to a Fagin-type fence. With no protection, the kids are forced to look after themselves, and a spiral of violence swirls through the film as it winds up to its inevitably tragic conclusion.
A harsh, gritty look at the realities of urban life, albeit at times melodramatic, but without a trace of sentimentality that is a welcome counterpoint to Hollywood fluff. While the performances are never bravura, the script never sparkles, the set-pieces can be a bit leaden, and the characterisations a touch clichéd, it's a film with it's heart in the right place and which knows its purpose - to tell the story of a corrupt society consuming itself from within in a maelstrom of hatred, retribution, and with little hope of redemption.
Closer to the truth than many want to believe.