Gods of Mexico

This film doesn't seem to know whether it is a documentary or a book of portraits. The portraits are stunningly beautiful and even artful, and the action sequences are likewise beautifully filmed. But as a documentary it leaves a significant amount to the imagination,'without dialogue or explanation. One can piece together what is generally happening but it's really your best guess. Really more a sequence of beautiful vignettes.

Who are these people in masks? Are these traditional masks or the artistic conceits of the director? Is some Of what we are seeing examples of real, day to day existence or are they more a historical recreation?

I'm glad to have seen this film, but it left as many new questions as it answered!