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To me, this movie is perfection.

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

I usually find most gay cinema quite horrible - the writing, the casting, the acting, the directing. This film however was truly remarkable. Yes it is long and moves slowly, but it captivated me the entire way through. I was intrigued. I felt like I was watching an old movie from the silent ere. And I was very thankful that it was not some predictable-tack-on-a-resolution ending. I have a difficult time calling this a gay film. Yes, I know it's all about love and relationships between guys. But the story just as easily could have been about a man and a woman I think. It's really just a story about life, love and tragedy. How does one continue living with a broken heart? Very little dialog, but the film speaks volumes.

Brilliant. Masterful. Insightful. Courageous. Cinematically exceptional.In "El Cielo Dividio" Julián Hernández takes the viewer on a frightening journey of love found, love lost and the inevitable painful changes this brings about. We so look to dialog to drive a story but here there are virtually no spoken words. Hernández tells this universal story with incredible attunement to the forbidding emotional road we must all traverse through the stages of loss, grief and transformation. Hernández knows the territory well, and likewise his actors exquisitely convey where they are in their individual processes through facial expressions, body kinetics and subtleties of movement. If you can suspend your need for the characters to verbalize what they are feeling and simply allow yourself to be pushed into your own emotions, this film will definitely validate much of your own, very human, and mostly unspoken inner process of healing and metamorphosis.Run and get this film!

The first time I watched this movie, I was thinking .......what????? All that camera spinning had my head spinning, but even then something out of the ordinary seemed to scream right out of the screen.Then, out of sheer boredom (because every movie I own I've watched a thousand times already) I watched again. It suddenly was like a lightbulb went on in my head. Since then I've watched it two more times and every time I see something new that I haven't seen before. This is a brilliant piece of art. All my complaints from my first viewing have become positives. The lack of dialogue works. The slow movements works. The spinning works. And the final coup is the masterful use of the credits to give the final ending of the movie. The music and songs selected blend in seamless and the acting is superb. As with everything in life, nothing is perfect and use of lighting could have been better and there was too much "choppiness" to the feeling of the overall story. But, still, in a matter of weeks, this has become one of my top 5 fav movies of all time. I'm glad now I was bored enough to watch it a second time. I have a feeling I'll watch again a hundred times. Amazing!!

Just saw this at the Chicago Film Festival - avoid it at all costs unless you have sleep problems. It is a film filled with pretensions - it opens with a minor quote from "Hiroshima mon amour" and it's all downhill from there. Camera work - imagine a child trying to imitate Wong Kar Wai. Story line - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' "The Love I saw in You Was Just a Mirage" expanded from 3 minutes to over 2 hours but filled with repetition. For butt numbing pain this film ranks with the benches at the Methodist church my parent dragged me to when I was a kid. I want 2+ hours of my life refunded. Julian Hernandez's promoter prefaced the viewing with comment that the film was "controversial" - that is true only for the film's narcotic effect.