Battle in Heaven

This is an art film, or at least what the average movie goer will view as an art film. By that, I mean you're going to have to dig really deep to find a plot that you can follow. The scenes are too obviously artistic...a tear drop, a blank stare, holding of hands.

The movie is about a man who is struggling with the guilt of having kidnapped a child who died. I'm not worried about giving away any spoilers because I'm not sure there are any to give away. The movie is a sequence of scenes that make you wonder why they are in the film, and frustratingly so because you really never find out.

American audiences especially will be shocked by the sex scenes. I'm not saying that's good or bad. We just rarely see a penis in a movie, aside from porn, let alone an erect one, let alone someone interacting with one.

The reason I gave this move a 5 is based entirely on its style. The characters often stare at each other with blank faces but they are consistently unemotional. The characters look like real people plucked right off a Mexico City street. The sounds in the film are interesting and graphic, sometimes noisy. But it works to keep you in the film. The filming in Mexico City creates an interesting backdrop. You're just dying for a story to be drawn from it but it never emerges, at least not a good one.

As a Mexican, it is very exciting for me to find new proposals for Mexican modern films.

Unfortunately, must of the current Mexican movies are taking the same Hollywood recipe: beautiful actors, violence, soundtracks of well known Latin groups... Batalla en el Cielo does not follow this. The director, Carlos Reygadas, is a person that really wants to show what he has in mind, and does not care about considering distracting elements for having a greater impact in the audience.

I am against the use of sex for attracting audience to a film. However, I really think that some (not all) of the sex scenes of this movie were really part of the story. Also, showing sex as it is (not always as idealistic and esthetic as Hollywood has taught us) is an interesting proposal!

I consider that one of the main achievements of this movies is to show many cultural traits of my country:

-The view of the Catholic religion as a resource to erase the mistakes one has made: "you can do whatever you want, don't worry about the effects because God will always help you"

-The notorious gap between rich and poor people: when Ana refers to Jaime's servant as "la gata" in such a despective -but common- way.

-The double morale managed by Mexican: how can a prostitute, as Ana, can be a moral leader over Marcos's acts?

-The informal commerce (Marcos and his wife sold merchandise in the subway).

-The love for soccer (what can I say about that, if I love it?)

-Cheating on your partner

-The lifestyle in Mexico City, with its traffic jams, way people behave in the subway, neurotic people, kidnaps.

All the issues above are part of the Mexican life.

Personally, I consider the following opportunity areas:

-Not all the music that was used was OK. Sometimes it was too "belic" for me , but at least it is according to the scenes and most of it does not follow the marketing intentions to make you buy a soundtrack

-The audio quality should have been improved (it was not easy to understand, even for people used to the way people from Mexico City speak!)

-Some (very few!) parts were too slow... but considering Reygadas's style, I might think that it is part of his professional charm.

I like to see a different proposal. I would recommend this film to people that, at the time that they leave the theater, really want to think about human nature, rather than thinking if it was an erotic or violent film.

I hope my comment has been useful...

It can be said with certainty that all students of cinema would be completely mesmerized by camera angles used in 'Battle in Heaven'. Watching its deft camera work, one can easily say that the film's DOP Diego Martínez Vignatti has been given complete freedom to capture all kinds of emotions from characters' faces as well as from items surrounding them. One important scene shows two actors busily copulating with excitement. It is interesting to observe how the next scene quietly takes viewers out from the bedroom's window to a neighboring area where a television antenna is being installed. This is one positive point about this film's technical prowess. One problem area concerns sex scenes which are not easy to watch. This has nothing to do with prudish attitudes but there is blatant de- glamorization of sex. In mainstream media, sex is glamorized to such an extent that viewers are foolishly led to believe that it looks good only when beautiful, handsome and smart people are engaged in sexual activities. This is one reason why there are not many viewers who would appreciate watching how fat as well as ugly people copulate ? As far as narration is concerned, it is unfortunate that characters have not been developed to a large extent. This might be viewed as a major disappointment by viewers as characters' motivations are not clear. Director Carlos Reygadas works hard to reveal the behavioral traits of people especially in depicting how do people behave especially outside the comfort of their homes. This is one reason why the rich versus poor angle is explored but at a superficial level. As a last work, in spite of its inherent weak points, Battle in heaven can still be considered an average viewing experience as it says a lot by using limited amount of words.

Carlos Reygadas's Battle in Heaven (2005), now meticulously restored in 4K, remains a challenging and divisive watch-achingly slow, visually unforgiving, and emotionally desolate. Screened at the Hong Kong Film Archive as part of the Hong Kong Film Critics Society's "Turn of the Century" retrospective, the film resists easy analysis, nor does it offer comfortable spectatorship. It is clearly not for the faint hearted, or those of short-attention spans. There is always a multiplex nearby promoting a Big Loud Action Movie for one to Marvel at whenever we need to detox our senses - this is not that kind of film!

Introduced via video by Mexican film scholar Dr. Salvador Velasco and curated locally by Dr. Derek Lam (a familiar figure across cinematic arts, institutions, and education including HKU), this was cinema as confrontation.

Reygadas famously cast his real-life driver in the lead role, a non-actor inhabiting the body and silence of a man adrift in the moral fog of urban Mexico. Is this gesture inclusive-offering visibility to the often invisible-or is it a stylized form of exploitation, the director manipulating marginality for arthouse credibility? Although the tension hangs heavy throughout to dismiss it would be purile.

Marcos (Marcos Hernández), as the chauffeur, plods his way through the minimal plot, making his understated performance achingly all the more real and unaffected. Neither actor nor director needs to dramatize the pain of name-calling or overly stylize the moment when Marcos's glasses are crushed by careless and callous bystanders on the subway; a slow shift from soft focus to sharpness quietly reminds us of his diminished perspective.

Ana (Anapola Mushkadiz) portrays the general's daughter. She inexplicably works as a sex worker by choice. Reygadas feels no need to formally or narratively offer a dénouement of such a "choice," but nonetheless reveals the precariousness and danger of her position. Bertha Ruiz, as Marcos's wife-a quiet but emotionally resonant presence-is complicit in the film's central tragedy. She somatically encompasses the weight of Marcos's dilemma, hinting at a fractured personality but also an indivisible bond.

These two women-Ana and Marcos's wife-form the emotional and symbolic poles of the film: Ana as a figure of transgressive agency and class tension, and the wife as a vessel of shared guilt and muted grief. Their performances, though understated, are crucial to the film's affective architecture.

There are no Hollywood touch-ups here: the sex scenes are raw to the point of discomfort-not because they're salacious, but because they are unflinchingly real. Reygadas's camera doesn't just linger; it orbits, performs slow, 360-degree pans that flatten the boundary between eroticism and existential numbness. Against a backdrop of greying skies, cracked façades, and tired boulevards, bodies become architectural-burdened, imperfect, defiantly unretouched.

One can't help but ask: is the scene more obscene because these are not idealized bodies? Are we more unsettled by realism than by the stylized falseness of mainstream eroticism or even low-budget pornography? The film seems to argue that truth is more disturbing than fantasy-especially when truth doesn't redeem, explain, or resolve.

There is no catharsis, no tidy emotional arc, no absolution. Battle in Heaven offers instead a daily grind of humiliation and endurance, punctuated by moments so still and sparse they nearly shatter. Is it in those rare flickers of tenderness that the film reveals its pulse-beating not loudly, but stubbornly, beneath the numb exterior, or is this also an enactment?

In their recorded conversation, Dr. Lam and Dr. Velasco articulate the film's enduring relevance-not only as a portrait of a man, but of a city. Battle in Heaven is also a portrait of Mexico City, where, as Velasco notes, "nothing has really changed." The chasm between rich and poor remains as stark as ever. One still passes the greying slums surrounding Benito Juárez Airport before reaching the protected sanctuaries of tree-lined suburbs like Polanco or Coyoacán. The symbolic tension between church and state is etched into the very architecture of the Zócalo, Mexico City's main square-where the Catedral Metropolitana de la Asunción de la Santísima Virgen María a los cielos faces off with the Palacio Nacional, seat of federal power. Santísima Virgen María in an eternal face-off with la Bandera de México.

While the three most internationally celebrated Mexican directors of the 21st century-Guillermo del Toro, Alfonso Cuarón, and Alejandro González Iñárritu-have found their way into living rooms, global streaming platforms, and Academy Award ceremonies, it is Carlos Reygadas's more rarified work-composed of sparse dialogue, long takes, and spiritual unease-that leaves the strongest and most unflinching images in the afterburn of our cinematic retinas.

Battle in Heaven doesn't ask for admiration. It dares you to endure-and then sit with what remains.

This not an easy picture. It requires Patience and commitment. It's a poetic movie about the urban heaven. About real people. About love and about madness. Reygadas is truly an author. He turns a conventional history in to a great ride through emotions, feelings and in to the overwhelming city of Mexico. Either you love it or hate it, no one comes out of the theater without a comment or a reaction. The movie has the power to move you in a positive or in a negative way. And i guess that something to be thankful about. Mexican films, in recent years, are mostly easy going urban comedies. This totally different. A prove that we can make different stories that reflect the sometimes surreal life of our country. This is one of them. With no professional actors, the movie feels honest and. The cast it's in a very natural level. The Sex scenes are not as important as they seem. Sex is finally a part o who we are, and we are use to see great bodies making love on the screen. It's not easy to see real people doing it, because we may see ourselves in them. And when someone throws your reality at your face, you can hate it. But Batalla En el Cielo does that and even more: Takes that reality to another lever and turns it in to poetry. And that it's just fantastic.