Sangre (2005)
An absolutely ordinary working extraction couple leads a mundane permanence until something quite exceptional intervenes, in “Sangre.” Hypnotically banal in gratification but strangely riveting in execution, whatever the opposing of an action picture is, this is it. But where numberless an action flick with recognizable stars evaporates in the twinkling of an eye it’s over, the repercussion Nautical port by non-pro thesps in scripter-helmer-woman Amat Escalante’s feature enter lingers on to agreeably haunting effect.
Diego (Cirilo Recio) and his second wife Blanca (Laura Saldana) live in a modest apartment. Balding, slightly cross-eyed and paunchy, Diego is nothing to look at and his customary expression is one of shell-shocked fatigue. But Blanca loves him with a carnal jealousy worthy of the insipid evening soap operas they watch together while eating junk food on their ratty sofa.
Blanca works in a fast food joint and Diego is a door guard at a municipal building. Apparently uninterested in — or incapable of — conversation, the spouses say little. When they do speak, it’s in terse direct reference to sleep, food or sex. Full-frontal nudity that nobody will be pirating for the Internet accompanies their unglamorous conjugal rutting.
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When he gets a phone call, a chain of events is set in motion for which the unsophisticated Diego lacks any but the most rudimentary coping mechanism.
Widescreen lensing is keenly attuned to inchoate sorrow and flickers of apparent contentment alike. World cinema is hatching more and more films in which “nothing happens” — until something does. Although he has almost certainly seen the Flanders-set films of Bruno Dumont (”The Life of Jesus,” “Humanity”), Escalante’s skilled minimalist take on lives of barely audible desperation is entirely his own.
Blake Morrell