Roberto Blancarte

Roberto Blancarte’s “Our Times” is basically one of those movies that sneaks up on you, you know? Set in a buzzing city that never really sits still, the story weaves together a bunch of strangers whose lives crash into each other in ways you wouldn’t expect. There’s this washed-up journalist chasing a story that’s supposed to save his career, a single mom working two jobs and barely holding it together, and a teenager who just refuses to play by anybody’s rules, not even his own. All of them are stuck, feeling like the world’s moving too fast, like none of their choices really matter anymore. The thing is, every character’s got their own baggage—regrets, dreams they left somewhere back in their twenties, or secrets they’d rather take to the grave. There’s a kind of stubborn hopefulness threaded through the whole thing—like even when everything’s falling apart, people are still trying to claw their way toward something better. It’s gritty, but it’s got this warmth too, like the city itself is rooting for them. Relationships get tested, old wounds get ripped open, and the past keeps poking its nose into the present. There are these sharp, funny moments that cut through the drama, and then—bam—something heartbreaking. By the time the credits roll, you’re left thinking about the messiness of real life, and maybe, just maybe, how sometimes strangers aren’t so strange after all.