The first thing anyone is sure to notice in Amat Escalante's Heli is Lorenzo Hagerman's
cinematography. The film opens with the sole of a boot pressed against a young man's face
as he is bleeding, bound, gagged and lay flat on the bed of a moving truck. Next to him
is another young man whose face we cannot see. All we hear is the creaking of the truck
as it rolls down a dirt round in an unspecified Mexican town.
All in one shot, the camera slowly pans up and moves into the cab of the truck as the sun
beams in over the horizon. It's a beautiful shot and I couldn't help but be reminded of
how film limits our knowledge of what's going on based on what we see. Only minutes
earlier we were looking at a grisly scene and now, through the front window, the scene
appears as innocent as anything else. Innocence as it turns out, is at the heart of this
film as the fate of the two boys, and many other young children in Mexico like them, are
to become the story of Heli.