‘En el Septimo Dia’: Film Review

‘Our Song’ executive Jim McKay’s initial underline in a dozen years is a Brooklyn-set comedy about a organisation of Mexican immigrants, their jobs and, not least, their soccer team.

Back during a indie helm after a decade-plus of directing gigs for high-profile TV dramas, Jim McKay demonstrates with En el Septimo Día (On a Seventh Day) that his gifts as a filmmaker are as critical as ever. As with Girls Town and Our Song (which noted a underline entrance of Kerry Washington), a day-to-day lives of working-class New Yorkers are a writer-director’s concern, though this time he turns his concentration from teen girls to a entirely enchanting organisation of men, immigrants from Mexico who work 6 days a week and strike a soccer margin Sundays. They’re played by a captivating garb of nonprofessionals, recruited on McKay’s home territory of Brooklyn.

The truly bilingual underline — with Spanish subtitles for English discourse as good as a some-more informed retreat unfolding — recently had a universe premiere at Brooklyn’s BAMcinemaFest. Revolving around friendships, a pleasures of summer competition and a nitty-gritty of jobs that occasionally take core stage, it’s a work of spontaneous charm, a neorealist marvel that could measure an art residence idea for a right distributor.

The unit a group share is meant for distant fewer tenants, though they’ve worked out a subsidy of space, as good as chores and expenses. That give-and-take characterizes all facets of their lives, from vital arrangements to work schedules to a critical fun of futbol. They’re teammates as good as roomies, and as a film opens, their squad, named after their home state of Puebla, has nabbed a place in a following Sunday’s finals during circuitously Sunset Park. 

Given that a group are undocumented, their lives are quite grounded in geopolitical realities, though McKay is meddlesome in personality, not policy. Light and unhurried, a film is spun from a classical dilemma: avocation or pleasure? 

For grill deliveryman Jose (Fernando Cardona, terrific), who captains a team, that blazing doubt is sparked by an unfortunate scheduling dispute between a nearing championship compare and work. Steve (Christopher Gabriel Nunez), a immature owners of a fine-dining Mexican eatery that’s named, not incidentally, La Frontera (The Border), is no entrepreneurial mimic and can even be reasonable, though he’s also able of inflicting a imperative Sunday change on his organisation with usually days’ notice, a obligatory matter being a kid’s birthday celebration requisitioned by a high roller. 

Jose is a best actor on a team. He’s also Steve’s best smoothness guy, and with his profound mother (Loren Garcia) nearing shortly from Mexico, Jose needs his pursuit some-more than ever. He’s counting on Steve’s guarantee to adult him to busboy, with visions of serve promotions moulding his American dream. 

McKay’s screenplay ticks off a days to a large game, with a satisfactory Jose flitting adult one event after another to mangle a bad news to his teammates. As he sums adult a problem to one of a few people he confides in, “Either we get slaughtered or we get fired.” The weight of his bewilderment plays out on Cardona’s furrowed brow, in his concerned gawk and gestures. 

Jose doesn’t wish to be timid, though distinct his hot-tempered coworker/teammate Jesus (Abel Perez), he favors concede over principle. Yet he stands his belligerent when he encounters a unavoidable pompous jerk. His possess area is a place where all types, of many nationalities, hang out in a park and hearten on his team. But hipster Brooklyn is only a stone’s chuck — or a smoothness call — away. At a industrial-chic offices of an outfit called Resistance Media, a intolerable receptionist (Nico Kiefer) creates transparent that a association name has zero to do with a judgment of oneness with a operative man. 

During a workweek, Jose and some of his associate Poblanos cranky paths as he whisks by a area on his bike. Some make deliveries from coffee shops, some work in bodegas, others in construction, while a contented Nacho (Alejandro Huitzil) shrugs with a grin during his lot: cleaner during a sight show. (He also adds a third language, Mixtec, to a film.) 

With their collaborative support and interdependence, a group form a de facto mercantile network, a fact that’s done splendidly transparent after Artemio (Genoel Ramirez) injures his knee in a semifinals. To assistance him reanimate for a championship compare though losing income, Jose has Artemio, routinely a hawker of string candy on a streets of Manhattan, switch jobs for a few days with Felix (Alfonso Velazquez), who washes dishes during La Frontera — all to a confusion of his boss, Steve, who grudgingly accepts a proxy arrangement. 

And nonetheless for all that interdependence, Jose carries a weight of his quandary mostly alone, and contingency be reminded of a energy of village by a clergyman (Juan Carlos Ruiz), who cites a labor struggles and victories of internal “carwasheros.”

Cinematographer Charles Libin, who has plenty knowledge in nonfiction film, shoots a movement with a documentary directness that serves a element well. But there’s a hold of suave wryness, too, splendid and unfussy, in a approach he and McKay support this city story — quite in a approach a roommates arrange themselves in their tiny domestic space. The group of En el Septimo Dia, are zero like a easeful (and privileged) academicians of Ball of Fire, though a energetic visuals of them together in one room infrequently faintly remember that classical New York comedy, despite though a oddball slant. That there’s room for such associations is a covenant to a filmmaker’s light touch. 

There’s a satisfactory sip of low-key slapstick in a climactic sequence, along with torment and heart and hard-won redemption. Jose’s contented teammate Elmer (Gilberto Jimenez) proves quick in his desperation, and an warning Puebla fan (Donal Brophy) helps him put his “badass” intrigue in motion. McKay choreographs it with a same vibrancy that buoys a whole film. Then he adds a beauty of a kicker, and as a Veracruzano musician Zenen Zeferino Huervo sings of dried flowers, each unstated tension in a film comes to a aspect in a gut-socking pain of melody.

Production company: C-Hundred Film Corp.
Cast: Fernando Cardona, Gilberto Jimenez, Abel Perez, Genoel Ramírez, Alfonso Velazquez, Alejandro Huitzil, Gilberto Arenas, Ricardo Gonzalez, Eduardo Espinosa, Cristofer Huitzil, Donal Brophy, Delfino Solis, Ernesto Lucero, Christopher Gabriel Núñez, 
Alejandra Tomais, Mathia Vargas, Nico Kiefer,Loren Garcia, Inocente Canete Jr., Armando Pacheco, Victor Paez, Oscar Ramirez, Mauricio Martinez, Juan Carlos Ruiz, Rich Rodriguez, Alex Tragellis, Maria Caamano, Zenen Zeferino Huervo
Director-screenwriter: Jim McKay
Producers: Alex Bach, Lindsey Cordero, Caroline Kaplan, Jim McKay, Michael Stipe
Executive producer: John C. Johnson
Director of photography: Charles Libin
Production designer: Maite Perez-Nievas
Costume designer: Begona Berges
Editor: Karim Lopez
Casting: Jodi Angstreich

92 minutes

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