Esto no es Berlín

Scenes rush by as quickly as the mounds of cocaine and faceless orgy scenes, creating a scatterbrained collage of provocative images devoid of context or meaning.

A gutsy collection of 1986 specificities, Berlin might not have an obvious narrative punchline in the end, but it remains one hell of a nostalgic revolt throughout.

The movie celebrates the thrill of performance art, the rush of drug trips and the melancholic cacophony of Joy Division.

Smart, good-looking and buzzing with edginess, Sama's fourth feature has been made with a love and care that's palpable in every frame, allowing us to forgive its occasional, inevitable brushes with cliche.

A sexy misadventure through self-discovery and art.

Like Roma, these are the personal reminisces of a filmmaker who turned out pretty okay, one who can look back on his youthful foibles with clear eyes, but no small amount of warmth.

An accurate slice of adolescent life is portrayed in Hari Sama's coming of age drama that takes place in the new wave post-modern scene of 1986 Mexico. First-rate performances and a killer soundtrack.

It's as if John Hughes intercepted a screenplay meant for Larry Clark.

What's especially interesting is the exploration of sexuality by the two friends in the movie and how that is affected as they go further down a rabbit hole of drugs and depravity.

Unpredictable and immersive.