Apocalípsur
D: Javier Mejía Osorio; with Camilo Díaz, Andrés Echavarría, Marisela Gómez, Ramón Marulanda, Pedro Pablo Ochoa
When they bring out the mirror birthday cake with cocaine frosting, or at least after Weasel compares his diarrhea to a “hose spraying rotten beans with flecks of pepper” you know you’re watching Colombia’s answer to Dazed and Confused. But in Nineties Colombia, existential teens aren’t worrying so much about initiation paddlings. The drug wars have filled the streets with corrupt policemen and wannabe Tony Montanas. But despite the differences, there’s much here aimed at English speakers: The opening snags a brick from Pink Floyd’s Wall, and the denouement comes straight from As I Lay Dying; there’s an en-ingles dialogue sequence composed mainly of classic-rock album titles, and a lizard named Marijuana. Colombian teens are portrayed here as an inspiring international archetype: They run the daily risk of being beaten by police, kidnapped by dealers, killed in the crossfire between the two, et al., but they still find the time to smoke a lot of drugs, make a good 15-minutes of fart jokes, and pick up a transvestite hooker. This movie has got to be a contender for any potential Best Foreign Language Stoner Tragicomedy awards you’ve got lying around. Jeremy Martin
This article appears in April 20 • 2007.




