When the boys steal her pet pitbull in order to sell it for fighting, she confronts them with a ferocity that earns her the nickname Tyson and attracts the ambivalent interest of one of the boys in the gang. They are still in flux, with street-smart toughness existing side by side with childlike whimsy. The result is a film that is gritty and authentic but also unexpectedly lyrical and buoyant. Sundays, Mondays, every day of the week. Too many people per room.
Real life is in the street.
Playing and waiting for who knows what. They're tired of playing soccer, tired of being broke, tired of never going away on vacation. They live on the edge of a society where the rich will do anything to get richer. Well, the little slaves of poverty will do exactly the same. They'll get into mischief, they'll get into trouble over nothing, and for nothing.