Reviewed by Colin Jacobson (June 21, 2023)
To date, Jonás Cuarón’s main claim to fame comes as the co-writer for 2013’s hit Gravity - and his relation to noted director/father Alfonso. Jonás made his English-language feature debut with 2015’s Desierto.
A group of Mexicans attempt to illegally cross the border into the US. When their truck breaks down, they find themselves forced to proceed on foot.
An already risky journey becomes more harrowing when these folks encounter Sam (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), a self-appointed vigilante who uses force to halt border crossings. The immigrants find themselves stalked by this deranged “patriot”.
Back in 2015, Desierto already came with a timely topic, and that hasn’t changed in the ensuring years. Issues related to the US/Mexico border intensified over that span and turned into even more of a hot-button subject than was the case in 2015.
As such, I suspect how one views the story to Desierto will depend on your political POV. Of course, the film leans toward sympathy for the Mexicans, though it seems surprisingly even-handed in that regard.
Too even-handed, in my opinion, as the movie gives Sam a more sympathetic portrayal than the character deserves. Whatever one thinks of border issues, there’s no sane rational for a private citizen to murder every “illegal” he sees.
Sam stands as nothing more than a deranged psychopath, but the film seems reluctant to paint him that way. During Desierto’s sporadic exposition scenes, we get a view of Sam that doesn’t quite justify his actions, but it does explain his POV in a manner that could allow viewers to embrace his perspective.
This feels nonsensical. A maniac like Sam deserves no compassion.
Not that Desierto spends much time with plot or character development. Instead, the movie exists mainly as a cat and mouse thriller.
Unfortunately, it never becomes an especially good thriller, cat and mouse or otherwise. Some of that stems from the essential lack of story and embellishment of the roles.
While Desierto eventually offers rudiments about the participants, these stay too insubstantial to draw out anything substantial. The movie expects us to care about various fates… just because I guess.
If Desierto managed any real tension or suspense, then perhaps it could overcome its underdrawn nature. Unfortunately, the movie never develops these traits.
Instead, it feels plodding and monotonous. Again, better-developed characters might’ve compensated, but even so, the lather-rinse-repeat vibe of the film makes it tiresome.
Topics related to the US/Mexico border can create compelling narratives. Desierto doesn’t do so.