Director John Bradshaw's acclaimed masterpiece, Breakout, reveals to us once again why he continues to remain among the giants of his genre. This poignant story of a father lost within the maelstrom of global technocracy explores the mythos of the family and its precarious contemporary existence. Bradshaw chooses his metaphors carefully in the film: the super-charged toy jeep reminds us of the churning pace of a society driven more by outmoded notions of progress and tired meta narratives than by simple human compassion. I am reminded of De Sica's The Bicycle Thief. Also note the presence of the marginalised Luis, whose visceral refrain "ay, caramba" hearkens back to Estragon's anguished cries in Beckett's Waiting for Godot. Pick up a copy of this gem if you can-it's not for the faint of heart, but it will provide a challenging cerebral excursion for those willing to take the journey.
Review of Breakout
