The much-celebrated Mexican New Wave of cinema has earned considerable praise for probing deep into social, political and economic issues at the heart of the country’s infrastructure, and Diego Quemada-Diez‘s feature debut The Golden Cage (La Juala de oro) aims to add to that dialogue. However, adhering strictly to the singular miserablism of this cinematic movement’s lesser entries, there’s simply the prevailing feeling that everything the film does has been better-executed elsewhere. The Golden Cage tells the story of three Guatemalan teenagers heading north to the United States for what they hope will be a better life. Juan (Brandon Lopez), Sara (Karen Martinez) and Samuel (Carlos Chajon) set off on their journey, picking up an Indian, Chauk (Rodolfo Dominguez), along the way, who speaks only in Bengali (which remains dutifullly unsubtitled). Attempting to fend off both the immigration police and local gangs while illegally train-hopping their way to the States, the quartet will also have to keep their relationships with one another in check if they are to make it to the promised land.