El Velador | Review
Shooting Spree: Almada
Documents Open Air and Closed Doors of War Zone
A
documentary film that is a nearly wordless account, save for the Mexican TV and
radio broadcasts of the ongoing drug wars happening in the north of Mexico,
particularly in the notorious cities of Juarez and Culiacan. El Velador (The Night Watchman) is one day in
the life of those left to tend the memorials and mausoleums of Mexican’s fallen
drug lords, whose corpses lie like kings in marble tombs. Natalia Almada’s
chilling look at what happens when criminal drug lords are deified even in
death, while their victims are completely forgotten might be wordless, but
speaks volumes about a problem that is unlikely to go away.
Martin,
a solitary worker along with his faithful dogs, takes care of the mausoleums
every night, as the “velador” of the title. Workers keep the ground moist by
hosing it down periodically, and an attractive young widow mops the floor of
her husband (a corrupt police officer)’s mausoleum while her children play
hopscotch across a row of tombs. They work and live as if time has stood still,
paying respect to these men who spread death and destruction across the
country.
Since
President Felipe Calderon took office, there has been war declared on the drug
cartels, increasing the violence and death toll, of both criminals and
innocents. Approximately, 35,000 people have been killed since 2006. Many
people wait in long bank lines in hopes of retrieving money that was stolen
from them by the drug cartels. The illegal drug trade doesn’t just affect
Mexico, but is a worldwide problem.
Almada
is a native of Sinaloa, both an agricultural state and a place that is also a
major area for drug trafficking and where the local “narcos” have a romantic
quality to them, as outlaws or like Mafia movie heroes. But upon hearing from
close neighbors of the deaths and disappearances of their loved ones, the
glamour of drug life quickly disappeared, revealing a monstrous reality and
this doc allows the images to do the speaking, juxtaposing the grand memorials
with radio broadcasts tracking the latest news about death being spread by
their people.
The
gorgeous, wide shots in the desert environment say so much about people whose
lives are still dedicated to taking care of these people who were responsible
for so much violence and unimaginable mayhem. El Velador is unnerving to watch, a film
filled with so much restraint and quietness, yet not forgetting to remind the
audience of how violence pervades and, even if a drug lord is dead, their
deaths are still celebrated while paupers and illegal immigrants lie in
unmarked graves.
Reviewed
at the 2011 ND/NF.
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