BARDO, Falsa Crónica de Umas Quantas Verdades

It is mind-bending and doesn’t make sense but if you introspect, our minds are no different – as our thoughts go from a 0 to 100 very quickly and with no reasoning.

It’s a deeply personal film to Iñârritu and you can feel his connection to the visuals more so than the character of Gacho himself, further proving that the moving picture can evoke certain emotions that words cannot.

As in “Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)” this story is told in a subjective, sometimes fanciful fashion.

The film’s non-linear narrative may challenge our desire for familiarity and structure, but this unconventionality invites a deeper understanding of its subjects and filmmaker.

Yes, the blatantly autobiographical Bardo is acrimoniously self-indulgent. But it needs to be.