Hernandez’ film opens with a great set piece as the lay preacher/ evangelist, Alfredo Castro, does his stuff in a rural backwater. His daughter, Lena, is the one who looks after him and runs the show. They are an oddball team and given the daughter is reaching an age when she’s more interested in boys than god, we know they’re heading for trouble. Trouble arrives when they break down and find themselves holed up in the ramshackle hillbilly hideaway of mechanic Gringo and his disfigured teenage son. Everything is bubbling up, but at this point the narrative stalls somewhat, trapped like the characters in an endless afternoon in the back of beyond.
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