Less than two years after making Memory, in which Jessica Chastain falls for a man with galloping dementia, Mexican director Michel Franco has once again set her on a romantic obstacle course in which nothing, including her own moral compass, runs smoothly.
As the monstrously moneyed patron of arts organisations in both the United States and Mexico, she is involved in a passionate but discreet liaison with a Mexican ballet dancer, Fernando (Isaac Hernandez).
Separated by status, money, ethnicity and a border that the footloose Fernando is forbidden to cross, these star-tangled lovers lurch towards an inevitably messy endgame.
Do we care? Not really. As a heartbreaker, Dreams is flat and entirely affectless. We first encounter Fernando walking away from a truck somewhere near the border, one of a gaggle of hopeful braceros who are systematically robbed by the traffickers before being tipped out into the borderland desert.
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