Mexican drug gang movies are the new Westerns; and with its desert small-town setting, two gangs struggling for supremacy, and a loner coming into the middle of it, this bears a certain resemblance to A Fistful of Dollars. It has all the sex, drugs, violence and rock'n'roll (well - mariachi music) you could want, but it keeps an ironical detachment from its characters and their antics which prevents you from really caring what happens to them. Its legacy will not be talked about in decades to come, I assure you, nor does it 'speak wonders' about Mexican cinema (although it does make an interesting comparison to the American Narcos series).
Review of Hell
