La Vie En Rose

I am definitely not an expert on Mexican cinema, nor do I purport to be one, but something about this short struck home for me. It’s macabre undertones paired with blithe claymation make “Sin Sosten” (Spanish for “No Support”) a captivating meditation on urban depression. I’m not originally from Washington, D.C. but my hometown is one of the most populated cities in the world. Accordingly, the suicide rate is one of highest in the world.

Haven’t we all heard the story of the man who had fallen from grace after having invested too much in the eclectic, Technicolor, yet bland life of superficiality? The lesson the modern parable conveys is this: life without meaning is one on a downward spiral. And still more lessons that story tries to whisper into our conscience, the story of the man who could not find a raison d’être and plummeted into a bottomless pit (and still falling), a man who borders upon the living and the dead. The same man, we see in our looking glass; a reflection of a bemused, flawed soul. Empty perhaps? It is a reflection of a spectral man. What do you do then?You must have faith, they say.

Because even the most stalwart would like to believe that the prodigal son is treading the path home.

Now for the film:

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