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Rudo y Cursi - Star players Diego Luna and Gael García Bernal team up for comic tale of soccer-playing siblings

Like Sunshine Cleaning, also released today, Rudo y Cursi is a story of squabbling siblings - and another film seeking to repeat the success of an earlier surprise hit.

Back at the start of the decade, in the sexy, bittersweet Mexican movie Y tu mamá también, Diego Luna and Gael García Bernal leaped to international stardom playing a pair of horny teenage friends who entice Maribel Verdú’s beautiful older woman into accompanying them on a road trip to an idyllic faraway beach.

This time around, the duo star as a pair of hardscrabble Mexican brothers who get the chance to escape from rural poverty when they are talent-spotted by a louche football scout and sent to play for rival big-city clubs. Bernal’s Tato becomes a star goalscorer for one team and wins the nickname ‘Cursi’ (which more or less translates as ‘corny’), while Luna’s Beto follows in his footsteps as a goalkeeper for an opposing team and gains the soubriquet ‘Rudo’, meaning ‘rough’.

This isn’t a simple rag-to-riches tale, though, more a cautionary moral fable: the duo are swallowed voraciously by modern celebrity culture and then spat out again. And it’s typical of the film’s playful irony that soccer isn’t even the boys’ biggest passion: Tato dreams of being a famous singer, while Beto is addicted to gambling.

Rudo y Cursi doesn’t have Y tu mamá también’s steamy sensuality (though Berna’s Tato does enjoy several romps with a leggy TV hostess played by the drop-dead gorgeous Jessica Mas) and director Carlos Cuarón, brother of Y tu mamá’s director Alfonso, lacks his sibling’s swagger as a cinematic stylist, but the movie jogs along entertainingly enough, even if its shots don’t always find the back of the net. And if you hate football, don’t worry: there’s barely any on-pitch action.

On general release from 26th June.

A film critic for over 25 years, Jason admits the job can occasionally be glamorous – sitting on a film festival jury in Portugal; hanging out with Baz Luhrmann at the Chateau Marmont; chatting with Sigourney Weaver about The Archers – but he mostly spends his time in darkened rooms watching films. He’s also written theatre and opera reviews, two guide books on Rome, and competed in a race for Yachting World, whose great wheeze it was to send a seasick film critic to write about his time on the ocean waves. But Jason is happiest on dry land with a classic screwball comedy or Hitchcock thriller.