Finding a father

There are plot contrivances. But Sangre de Mi Sangre, written and directed by Christopher Zalla, presents some interesting perspectives within the melodrama. Teenage Pedro gets himself smuggled from Puebla to Brooklyn to find the father he’s never met. He can’t read, he doesn’t speak English, and he knows nobody; all he’s got is a locket and a letter of introduction from his mother. When a fellow traveler steals his identity and takes the letter to his father, the plot is set in motion.

The suspense is fairly effective, although I assumed I knew how it would end; I didn’t. The story has more to do with the things we pin our hopes on than any kind of typical immigrant experience. Sociologically speaking, it’s more about the consequences of distant fathers, although Mexico-U.S. immigration certainly plays a part in that. The movie explores the idea of family and the meaning of “blood,” and it’s at its best in this department.

The issue of work, too, is central. One scene in particular, where Pedro fights his way onto a work crew, left an impression on me. It’s almost impossible to imagine an American-born teenager doing that. And that kinda says it all.

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