Bob Dylan had that song that enumerated several injustices, each one more disheartening than the previous, and it sang sort of "it still ain't time for your tears" until the very end. Something along those lines happens here. Because I loved this from the minute one. I cried several times. It moved me. I loved this raw, beautiful, striking portrait of having nothing, and nothing is everything you will ever have. I loved the social commentary at various levels. I loved the cast performances, so real, so powerful. The movie rests on them and they just jump out of the screen to give you pure, new cinema. But it's a couple of hours later, when, still digesting the movie, still wondering, when I read this article in which I learn that the main protagonist is making his living, a year after production, months after travelling to San Sebastián to collect the main prize, out of selling sweets in the streets of Medellin. Now it's the time for your tears.
