Most critics found the film too bleak. It was indeed. You need stomach to watch it in its entirety. I couldn't, as the movie reached its climax towards the finale, I threw the towel, and had to escape to my room, my wife whereas, was braver, she finished it.
But I still score the film 9 out of 10, simply because performances of actors were brilliant and too real, the story, despite being too bleak, taught me something valuable, I realized and absorbed something that I could learn or experience in no other way.
I was however shocked when I heard that two film critics whom I admire, Margaret Pomeranz and David Stratton gave low scores to the film, mostly on the basis of it being too real.
I too like what Tarantino qualifies as 'movie movies', ie. movies that entertain via fantasy, or via glossed reality. But I also like when reality strikes, when I capture something essential, something I missed out until then. I think crying and getting emotional for those bleak stories is ok, they are as real as they get, and the experience becomes an honest contract between the audience and the film maker. No packaging, as if you buy a completely transparent telephone with messed up ingredients, ready for you to face reality, understand and consume.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biutiful
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