Alejandro González Iñárritu, 2003
Holy shit. Just like Amores Perros, this one just beats the living shit out of you. Then it does it again.
The first time I saw a movie with the story shown out of order was when I first saw Pulp Fiction sometime in my early teens. Since then I've seen it quite a few times more. I feel like Iñárritu's films (with Guillermo Arriaga's writing) do the best job of it.
At the beginning of this one I had no clue what was going on, where the story was headed or what the point of any of the short scenelets I saw were. Right when I was at the point of utter frustration, the focus began to linger just a bit longer and things began to coalesce at such a pace that just enough was revealed to lure you in and make you want to beg for that next little tidbit.
I love movies that beat the living shit out of you. Honestly, what's the point of seeing something if it doesn't move you?
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