Admirable though overdone, Mexico's Duck Season does nevertheless enter itself into the indie history books for it's mostly memorable portrayal of 7 hours in the lives of these two young men. Starting off as slow as is possible, the brilliance of this film is only realized when the seemingly mundane, near painful boredom that these young men (along with us viewers) experience being home alone, is brilliantly transformed into something else way more profound. It is that transition itself that I am most impressed by, giving the indulgent direction a crisp reawakening of purpose. Though the (tiny!) supporting cast often takes a bit of the realism away with their forced motives, their lessons learned account for the bulk of this emotional tale, which in turn makes this one of the more effective coming of age pics recent unassuming, independent filmmakers have pursued.
Review of Duck Season
