Y tu mamá también

Although the pace is buoyantly charming, Cuarón -- and his screenwriter brother, Carlos Cuarón -- never let the viewer forget that life and death go on outside the car windows.

[Gael García Bernal] is especially vivid... We suspect that soon he will be offered roles in American films. But this scintillating film makes a compelling argument that there's a paradise waiting for those who keep traveling south.

Criticizing this movie for having too much sex is to miss the point. People will either accept the scenes or not, but Y tu mamá también suffers from a far worse affliction: There's not a single likeable character in the movie.

It embraces passion, both physical and emotional, but it has depths that register only when the end credits roll.

What originally appears to be a Mexican version of a raunchy teen sex comedy reveals itself to be not only the best foreign language film released this year, but also the best film, period.

Cuarón is obviously working in well-trod territory, the coming-of-age genre. But everything about the film is so vibrantly conceived that nothing seems familiar.

Y Tu Mamá También is a bracing depiction of adolescence’s sudden end.

... An embarrassing indulgence for an hour forty-six minutes in sophomoric sexual comments and behavior in a road-trip story lacking imagination.

Its tone is absolutely unique -- by turns obnoxious, erotic, funny, world-weary and sad. Sometimes it manages to be all those things at once.

What could've been a pretentious cinematic treatise on sex and politics in Mexico is instead an astute and genuine film. Give credit to Cuarón's screenplay, cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki, and especially a trio of excellent lead actors.