Sara Ariño

Mala influencia (2025) drops you right into the thick of it—no sugarcoating, no neat little bows. Sara Ariño? She’s the kind of main character who doesn’t ask for your sympathy—she just bulldozes through life, leaving a mess and not even looking back. The story unspools in the middle of a city that’s basically a pressure cooker, all neon glare and late-night noise, where everyone’s chasing something, usually the wrong thing. Sara’s got baggage (who doesn’t?), but hers is practically a suitcase set, and it follows her everywhere. She falls in with a crew that’s just as lost as she is—think late-night bar philosophers, street poets, and people who’d sell their own shadows if it got them ahead. There’s a lot of questionable decisions, a bit too much cheap booze, and way too many secrets. As Sara tries to carve out her own place, she keeps bumping up against the past—old wounds, old lovers, old debts—and the city doesn’t make it easy for anyone to outrun their mistakes. Honestly, the movie never really lets you settle. One minute you’re laughing at some snappy dialogue, the next you’re wincing because, man, these people can’t catch a break. The tension just ratchets up, scene after scene, like you’re watching a car crash in slow motion and you just can’t look away. By the end, you’re left thinking about the choices you make, the people you let in, and how sometimes, the worst influence is the one that feels most familiar.