Critica sin filtro

What could have been the story of a single man standing against a corrupt and oppressive system over something as ridiculous as a small sack of rice —and, in that simplicity, define the perfect anti-hero: someone who doesn’t fight for the people, nor for justice, but out of pure exhaustion— turns into a feast of soulless fights, weightless characters, fake intensity, and villains striking caricature poses.

Everything moves with a sleepy rhythm, a scattered plot, and a message that drowns in empty metaphors. The Murky Stream doesn’t lack ideas; it lacks courage.