Mercy Rincon

Mercy Rincon’s name gets tossed around mostly for her role in Oxy-Morons, a wild ride of a film released back in 2010. The movie’s basically a gritty, no-holds-barred look at the underbelly of drug addiction and the chaos it breeds. You get thrown right into the mess—Boston, cold concrete, and a whole lot of bad decisions. The story centers on a guy, a real piece of work, who’s tangled up with pills and street life. He’s hustling, scheming, barely keeping his head above water in a world where trust is currency and everyone’s broke. The vibe? Raw. No sugar-coating, no Hollywood gloss. You see addiction in all its ugliness, the desperate grabs for cash, the betrayals, the families falling apart. Rincon’s role isn’t front and center, but she leaves a mark—her character moves through the chaos, another lost soul swept up in the storm. There’s this constant tension, like anything could explode at any second. People screw each other over, cops circle like vultures, and hope’s just another thing to pawn. It’s one of those movies that doesn’t let you look away, even when you want to. Oxy-Morons digs into the little details that make the world feel real, from the way people talk to the grime under their nails. It’s not trying to teach a lesson or wrap things up clean. It just throws you into the fire and lets you feel the burn. And Mercy Rincon, even in a smaller part, helps crank up the heat.