The Barrio is Bleeding
Sangre de Mi Sangre Directed by Christopher Zalla
Originally titled Padre Nuestro when it premiered at Sundance in 2007 (and won the Audience Award), Sangre de Mi Sangre is decidedly not a fun, sexy summer movie, eschewing as it does romance for tentative connections forged in desperation, and fight scenes dripping with money for gritty life-or-death lunges on the streets of a Brooklyn rarely seen on film. Illegal immigrant Pedros (Jorge Adrián Espíndola) one foray into Park Slope ends when the little girl who answers the door of a brownstone assumes hes a delivery boy. And this refusal to show the Disneyfied version of New York (which anyone with an interest in can gorge on with the release of the Sex and the City movie later this month) is eventually what makes Sangre so haunting.
Escaping from Mexico in the back of a truck, Pedro is headed to New York City in search of the father hes never met, armed with a letter from his dead mother and a locket with pictures of both his parents. Juan (Aramando Hernández), meanwhile, jumps on board at the last minute to escape the men chasing. The two bond over Pedros hard-luck story and Juans knife. But Juan, who we naturally root for as he escapes his pursuers, turns out to be a not-so-nice person after he steals Pedros letter while he sleeps and shows up on his fathers doorstep, passing himself off as Pedro.
But if Juan is savvy enough to survive the mean streets (he effortlessly picks a pocket on his very first subway ride), Pedro is too naïveor just too dumbto get much of a head start. Unable to read or speak English, his solution is to speak as quickly as possible in Spanish to anyone he meets, usually while trying to touch them. This, as anyone whos ever walked down the street, is not conducive to building trust. Neither are matters helped when Pedro falls in with the drugged-out hooker Magda (Paola Mendoza, trying to keep her character as tough as possible before becoming overwhelmed by Magdas requisite heart of gold) who first manipulates him and eventually helps him search for his father. And in a painful coincidence that will eventually come home to roost, Juan has also made Magdas acquaintance somehow, despite the fact that Brooklyn is rather large.
To write Sangre off as an unglamorous fairytale devalues what screenwriter/director Zalla achieves, though. Because while Juan is trying to convince Diego (Jesús Ochoa) that hes Pedro to get his hands on the money he assumes is hidden somewhere in the sleazy apartmentand Pedro is looking for Diego with Magdathe two new boys in town slowly switch roles. Its Juan who bonds with Diego and Diegos co-workers over beers and dirty stories, and he angrily and tearfully confronts Diego with the way he treated Pedros mother. And while dragging a semi-conscious Magda back to her hovel, its Pedro who allows a man in an SUV to have sex with her for $50, after earlier trying to screw Magda for another johns viewing pleasure and then beating him senseless for being a pervert.
Yet even as Pedro begins his descent from an innocent into a jaded pragmatist, Juan has already won Diego to his side with fantastical stories about the women hes had sex with, eliciting a look from Diego that begins as horror and then gradually morphs into pride. Envisioning Pedro storming into their cozy new relationship is almost impossible at that point, and whats more, somehow we dont root for that particular happy ending. That no one here has any hope of a happy ending should be obvious from the beginning; everything from the ominous title (translated as Blood of My Blood) to that knife that was flashed early on spells ironic tragedy in the tradition of the Victorian novelistswho, come to think of it, were also fans of the occasional clumsy, clunky coincidence to move their plot along.