Bonnie "Prince" Billy in "Hombre Sencillo" is simply a magnificent study on cultural immersion. I won't delve too deep into his weird acting tactics (also see: "Wendy & Lucy") but he's just on another level of anti-Oscar material that is actually very refreshing. Much like a milk-spillage accident, it's almost too painfully silly to watch--yet you must. His pronunciation of Spanish nears impeccability with a swagger de un borrachito. Bonnie does the sombrero good. When he hands over a flower to the pretty ladies, he is as sincere as a mariachi, and his voice reflects only tenderness, which makes up for any tragic feigning. This piece pleases and teases the senses in a way that Mexico does when all that's left to do is leave. A bittersweet tear accompanied by a romantic longing for tacos and Oaxacan cheese.
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