A one note concept where all the action is directed toward a central driving theme and a marginally melodramatic premise that never transcends the anticipated. The story is populated with under developed characterizations except in the case of the Mexicans who are reduced to mere stereotypes that are more cartoonish than human. Mexico generally is presented as a hellhole littered with beaters, bandits, lovable tykes wielding pistols and whorehouses which is apparently the terror one must endure to obtain an organ transplant pronto. No serious examination, other than cursory explanations, are posed regarding the origin or ethics of said internal organs as long as our lovable little muffin gets hers until the conclusion when we get steamrolled by the inevitable moral predicament. We can only imagine a stream of Mexican citizens with surgical scars saying " we don't need no stinkin' kidneys ". At some point there are of course home based drug factories with unsavory types and machine gun massacres but I don't exactly know why. An initial subplot involving the protagonist-attorney's relationship with a client implying grave portent is dropped altogether. The actors are skilled pros who give it their best and are engaging even if the material is essentially one dimensional. The film is well paced which helps gloss over the deficiencies. A heavy handed public service announcement with a pensive soundtrack wrap up this downer.
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