Director:
Alejandro González IñárrituGuión:
Guillermo ArriagaCámara:
Rodrigo PrietoMúsica:
Gustavo SantaolallaReparto:
Brad Pitt, Cate Blanchett, Peter Wight, Harriet Walter, Trevor Martin, Matyelok Gibbs, André Oumansky, John O'Mahony, Adriana Barraza, Elle Fanning (más)Streaming (3)
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Armados con un Winchester, dos jóvenes marroquíes salen en busca del rebaño de cabras de la familia. En medio del silencio del desierto, deciden probar el rifle... pero el alcance de la bala es mucho mayor de lo que esperaban. En un instante, las vidas de cuatro grupos de extraños en tres continentes colisionan. Una pareja de turistas estadounidenses (Brad Pitt, Cate Blanchett), una adolescente japonesa sorda y rebelde con su padre, y una niñera mexicana que se lleva sin permiso a dos niños estadounidenses al otro lado de la frontera, se ven atrapados en la creciente ola de un accidente cuyas proporciones crecen sin que nadie pueda controlarlas. Ninguno de ellos llegará a conocerse; a pesar de la inesperada conexión que les une, se quedarán aislados al ser incapaces de comunicarse con las personas que les rodean. (United International Pictures)
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Babel flota con estilo en la superficie, pero no consigue sumergirse. El contenido de las dos historias principales suena medio vacío, y la tercera, aunque encierra el mayor potencial, no tiene nada que decirles. Si le di a 21 gramos cuatro estrellas, aquí tengo que quedarme con tres. Los buenos efectos visuales, la música ambiental y los buenos actores no lo son todo. P.S.: Chieko debería haber saltado.
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Alejandro González Iñárritu stubbornly sticks to the refined style that appealed to so many viewers in his previous two films. I used to be a fan of Amores Perros, but I didn’t like that much the celebrated 21 Grams. I enjoyed Babel less than AP but more than 21 Grams. It’s a mosaic composed of three, and therefore four, stories. If they did away with the one about the whiny Japanese girl, the film would be less than two hours long and I would likely be a little more satisfied. I don’t mean by this that the Japanese story was uninteresting, no, but it’s so distant and with a different atmosphere, and it always distracted me from the dirty desert settings of Mexico and Morocco. Moreover, its connection with the other two stories is only symbolic.
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Alejandro González Iñárritu has reached the zenith of his mosaic-laden journey. I would like to say that he took the best from Amores Perros and 21 Grams and combined them together, but that is not the case. Still, Babel remains the director's best work. He managed to avoid a bit of the unfortunate confusion from his previous film, endowed all the storylines with emotional richness, and mixed everything in a way that I could barely catch my breath right from the first second, for over two hours. And it wouldn't be Iñárritu if there wasn't some message present in his film. Babel almost screams for humanity, solidarity, and help, which in some moments brings tears to the viewer's eyes, and in others simply pins them to their seats.
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Iñarritu abandons the time fragmentation of 21 Grams and, as in his first film, tells several intertwining stories. The Mexican episode is probably the weakest, with relatively little emotional impact, while the Japanese one seems to have fallen out of another film, but thanks to the likeable lead actress it’s one of the most enjoyable. Great emotions take place in Morocco, with the story of a shepherd and his sons that escalates with great urgency at the end, while the fate of the injured American woman is gripping in places thanks to the great performances of the central duo Pitt – Blanchett, whose circumstantially forced intimate moments are among the film's strongest. The Moroccan episodes are clearly worth 5*, the other two 3*, but if I had to compare, Iñárritu's previous 21 Grams had much more emotional charge overall, at least for me.
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What I appreciate about Iñárritu is how he is able to sensitively tell the story of the hardships of an ordinary person. However, it’s also the same plot concept for the third time, which is unfortunate because about halfway through the film moves into the plane of expectation and the inevitable boredom that comes with it. This fact is reinforced by the relatively shallow and detached segment with Richard and Susan and especially the Tokyo segment, which is completely out of context. Fortunately, both are amply compensated by the story of the little Moroccan shooters (the best part of it for me).
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