In an action and dramatic atmosphere, this movie follows Gloria Fuentes who is a makeup artist from Los Angeles. Suzu is Gloria's best friend who lives at Mexico. When Gloria visits Suzu at her home, they go out together to a night club. There, their night turns to a total nightmare as they involved in a mysterious plot with a group of gunmen.
An action movie without suspense, a message without meaning; Catherine Hardwicke presents a contrived Hollywood adaptation you can probably live without.
Now, I don't like the cartel sub-genre that has been forming...That being said, I give credit where credit is due...Unfortunately, there isn't much credit due here.
Miss Bala offers a self-flattering vision of American strength, as one focused gun-toting gal strikes a blow for her gender while cleaning up a skirmish in the ongoing war on drugs.
Aside from a few stylistic choices and an engaging performance from Rodriguez, Miss Bala is a paint-by-numbers crime drama that lacks any real poignancy or cutting commentary.
Hardwick's film is gleefully entertaining in a B-movie kind of way, zesty yet also corny at times....For those who go along for the wild, undemanding ride, it makes for a good Friday night action flick.
The most memorable part of Miss Bala is when "Los Ageless" by St. Vincent plays during a party scene. That rules. The rest of the film, sadly, does not.
The souped-up plot is certainly indigestible, and there's a steady stream of bad laughs, but something genuinely frightening comes through: a woman's sense of disempowerment by men on all sides of the law.
Yet another story of an American with no experience as a criminal going down to Mexico, battling toe-to-toe with dangerous, murderous drug dealers, and coming out on top.
A tough, female-led thriller from the director of Twilight sounds great on paper; unfortunately, the lack of nous in Miss Bala's politics runs the film smack into a big brick wall.