Synopsis
A family lives in the Mexican countryside raising fighting bulls. Esther is in charge of running the ranch, while her husband Juan, a world-renowned poet, raises and selects the beasts. Although in an open marriage, their relationship begins to crumble when Esther falls in love with an American horsebreaker and Juan is unable to control his jealousy.
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Cast
- Carlos ReygadasJuan
- Natalia LópezEsther
- Phil BurgersPhil
- Maria HagermanLorena
- Yago MartínezJuan (Son)
- Eleazar Reygadas
- Rut Reygadas
Recommendations
- 88
RogerEbert.com
Our Time is even funny sometimes, albeit in the same kind of wryly mordant and cosmically alienated way as Stanley Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut.” - 80
The New York Times
The movie asks a lot of the viewer, but to this viewer, it gave back more. - 75
Slant Magazine
The film elides politics in order to earnestly consider whether love is necessarily an act of possession. - 60
Screen Daily
A film of considerable visual poetry and, at times, grandeur, Our Time is unmistakably the work of the ambitious, visionary director behind Battle In Heaven and Stellet Licht, but as a Bergmanesque drama of emotional anguish, the solemn, militantly downbeat Our Time often makes oppressive viewing and at times struggles to justify its nearly three-hour length. - 58
The Film Stage
While the film can be tough to endure, one does come away feeling like the artist behind it genuinely went for something instead of recycling cliches. Our Time perhaps does give one enough hope that, yes, the next one will be better. - 50
The A.V. Club
However truthful or invented Our Time may be, its dynamic is tiresomely petty and small, resisting Reygadas’ occasional efforts at expressionism. It plays like therapy. - 42
IndieWire
Nuestro tiempo ultimately feels like an extended couples-therapy session that we were invited to by mistake, with Reygadas playing both doctor and patient in a conflict of interest that goes unresolved. - 40
The Hollywood Reporter
This navel-gazing epic is maddeningly distancing at almost every turn, lacking the spiritual and existential breadth of even Reygadas’ most impenetrable work. Running a prolix three hours, it feels like being trapped in somebody else’s crisis unfolding in real time.
