A stifled, small-town man stuck in a dead end life, runs away to Mexico to be a mariachi singer.
There’s not much more depth than you’d find in those annoying Doritos ads.
A road trip movie filled with simple pleasures. Ashmore does a solid job as a mariachi musician without a single grenade-launcher in his guitar case.
Overlook its dramatic shortcomings, and you'll still require a tolerance for music waved politely away in restaurants.