Swaggering down mean streets previously occupied by Elite Squad and various Ringo Lam skull-crackers, Everardo Gout’s Mexican crime epic starts with a bracingly stylised snarl and ends in a muddle.
Covering 12 years linked by three footie World Cups, the frantic action subjects idealistic cop Lupo (Tenoch Huerta) to a hell of torture, corruption, drugs, gangsters and overripe dialogue.
Coherence croaks as Gout dishes enough jump-cuts, whip pans and slo-mo assassinations to make Michael Bay look restrained, but the multi-handed mood music offers meaty compensations.
