“Quién te contó esas historias?”
“Nadie, ahí estuvieron siempre.”
In Mexico, women carry the pain of an entire nation. They suffer for their husbands, who are lost to the violence. For their sons, who many times forfeit their chance to grow into men. And they also suffer for and because of their fathers, who never did anything to break these cycles.
In Sujo, writers and directors Astrid Rondero and Fernanda Valadez skilfully craft a testimony of the evils that plague our country that doubles as a lament, focusing on three young boys who are doomed from infancy to carry the sins of their fathers and repeat their mistakes.
And in the middle of it all there’s the two women who…