In doing so they run a gauntlet of dangers that could only be conveyed in a dramatization such as this. So first they come to Mexico, then ride the trains to the ultimate goal, America. It reflects a life so mean, so violent, that the lawless Tijuana is a Nirvana compared to their home slums of Honduras and Guatemala. It is a reality that I see every day in the frightened eyes of those stunted young men congregating around "Home Depot" looking for a day's wages. And when I read that the writer-director, Cary Joji Fukunaga, had actually lived with his subjects, and risked his life voluntarily, as they do out of routine necessity, I consider the least I can do is vicariously experience this reality. I was shaken, my throat constricted, and imbued with a feeling that may be a mild dose of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I did but still couldn't relax enough to have dinner afterward until I downed several shots of Scotch. For those who avoid graphic violence, I suggest reading the section on this site that describes specifically what it is, and shut your eyes selectively. But more importantly, it documents a segment of life that few readers in the developed world have any insight into. Sure, these were actors following a script.
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