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Flora Martinez, aside from being absolutely beautiful and incredibly
sexy, also provides a very good performance for "Rosario Tijeras" as the
tragic and sometimes despicable Rosario who objectifies men the way she
was objectified all of her life. She's a being incapable of genuine
love, and also seems incapable of finding true love. She's someone who
is used for her body, and carried around like a trophy, thus leads her
own downfall in the face of her diminishing personal welfare. Her
constant manipulation of her male counterparts is often achieved through
her irresistible sex appeal, and this will often leave male audiences at
a crossroads.
The surefire draw should have been the
lovely and vivacious Flora Martinez, who is an interesting choice for
the lead of this snake of a woman. But then, at the end of it, I was
pretty anxious to shut it off and move on. “Rosario Tijeras” should have
been a better film. This objectified woman strikes back at the people
that ruined her life, I mean I was expecting a fast paced story. And
here I was, yawning and sometimes zoning out at the sheer repetitiveness
of the entire film. I should have just flipped for this film, but
Maillé’s
portrait of this troubled woman is often times a meandering and
incoherent mess. What begins as a basically tense story, really does
nothing more than veer into soap opera territory. Rosario is barely ever
focused on in the second half, and we’re only really kept at a distance
in the entire film.
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I’m inclined
to believe that that’s the point, but I really think if we
were to have any sympathy for Rosario, Maillé truly should
have brought us in tighter on her personality and life.
Writer Figueras can never seem to decide if he wants us to
fall for Rosario, hate Rosario, or just wish a painful death
on her, thus it’s all really scattered. Figuera consistently
jumps from “Now you have to hate to cunt,” to “Now you’re in
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We’re tugged back and
forth on our emotions for her, and then it gets odd. The scene with the
dead body is without a doubt one of the weirdest sequences I’ve seen in
a while, but then that’s a lead-in for the story to come to a screeching
halt and focus on Tijeras’ endless moaning and whining, and crying, and
there are even more repetitive montages of parties. And then when we
finally watch her wreaking pure vengeance, it drags on and on with her
incessant flashbacks to her past, which would be wrenching, if touched
upon earlier. Overall, I was often disconnected from almost everything
on-screen. I never felt close to Rosario, or the character Emilio, and
I’m still stumped on the references to the scissors.
At times it’s good, and at times it’s just
tedious and repetitive. “Rosario Tijeras” is a surefire mixed bag, with
story aspects that are just sloppy and inherently odd. I wanted to
love this, but in the end, I just kind of liked it.
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