He is telling an enthralling story with controlled passion. He cares and we care. The performances, too, are a revelation. Higher up the social ladder, Toledo and Guerrero become sad victims as the love, the pampered physical beauty, which binds them is hacked away on the surgeon's table. Toledo, leg amputated, face ravaged by agony, looks out at the poster site which once bore her golden image and her shoulders hunch.
Mortality comes to everyone.
No standard director's guff. It is just how you feel as you stagger into the light. Perros is a first, amazing work from a director who vaults at a stride into the big league, taking the future of Mexican cinema with him. This one stands alone.