There's an earnestness and a fundamental truth to this familial saga-as well as an appealing, low-budget scrappiness-that consistently make it hum.
A well-intentioned but superficial story about a deep-rooted Hispanic subculture.
Mexican-American culture isn't merely draped over the story as an added element but woven throughout with a casual practicality that respects both the primary characters and their shot-on-location East L.A. setting.
Excels in its depiction of the Los Angeles of 2017... a fascinating cultural exposure, but lacks a truly impactful story.
It's dispiriting to watch "Lowriders" make every predictable move. It clutters an otherwise well-meaning snapshot of a vibrant community underserved by mainstream filmmaking.
Far more creativity went into the various cars' hood murals than into the screenplay.
A mix of strong scenes and shopworn ones punctuated by clich�s.
A movie that mostly rolls out its plot points in a slow, thumping parade.
A peek under the hood reveals a rather shopworn story that doesn't completely sell its more melodramatic narrative strands, but [also] to a trio of finely calibrated performances, an authentic sense of place and one gorgeously designed red '36 Chevy.