Jayro Bustamante's
La Llorona (not to be confused by
The Curse of la Llorona) is really excellent. It's a kind of horror film but not really. It's a movie about the haunting of a genocidal murderer and the way his family begins to reckon with what he has done. What he's done is horrible, but the film deals with this in fascinating ways that double back on themselves. It's an interpretation of history – a kind of alternate history where
Efraín Ríos Montt's family metes out justice for the Indigenous people he murdered. But it's also a reinterpretation of La Llorona herself, who no longer screams
mis hijos but now screams for her children in the Mayan Ixil language. This is very, very well done, and the acting is superb.
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