This Colombian movie set in Kali started off a bit typical, the youth cycling around smoking weed, but then it got better (or I relaxed). I liked the disjointed style which made me reflect on the big themes of revolution and social change. If a film makes me think in that way then I’m gonna like it.
The pirate radio dude was cool, preaching interplanetary resistance to the forces of Babylon and still shouting during a police raid whilst the DJ frantically packwed away records and the truncheons swung.
Lesson: If you do graf learn to run from the popo.