Amores Perros 4K 2000

Amores Perros is a film that draws out all your positive emotions and gives nothing in return. Amores Perros is a black hole. Amores Perros is life.

Iñárritu has filmed three wonderful stories. Three slices of life intertwined with the themes of love, human stupidity, and death. A harsh, uncomfortable, naturalistic film with chilling music that literally gets under your skin. Music that tugs at your nerves like a string. Music that makes something tighten in your chest and pulls you deeper into your seat.

And that's how the whole film is. It's like a lump of emotions. Like burnt skin. It doesn't give you time to analyze the secondary plot, it doesn't give you a reason to get distracted by criticism. It just tears you apart from the inside with glass claws. It makes you feel like a wounded fighting dog, like a person who made the wrong choice and lost everything.

I liked the second story the most. I liked it for its heartbreak and indescribable feeling of hopelessness. It is the most believable and the most realistic and natural. Here, the characters have no way back, no more choices, and no opportunity to change anything. After one decision and one accident, the fairy tale died and a terrible and ugly reality grew up, which spares no one and only tramples them into the abyss with its dirty boots.

The story of a guy who falls in love with his brother's wife is not very moving because the whole situation seems too caricatured and exaggerated. Moreover, it seems that we have seen all this before, many times. You know literally every step ahead. Because of this, the film loses some of its intrigue and plays only on emotions, spicing them up with a good dose of magnificent music, as mentioned above. It is also impossible not to note the excellent performances of the actors and dogs, as well as the magnificently recreated atmosphere. Iñárritu completely succeeds in immersing us in the world of dog fighting. We are literally drenched in this bloody mess.

But that was just him warming up. The real action begins towards the end. Iñárritu no longer just presses on your emotions. He begins to methodically and brutally beat them out of you. He does it roughly. Harshly. Like a butcher. And for this, you sometimes want to hurt him yourself, because you always want to respond to a blow with a blow.