"Taking its title from the favorite elixir of New York Hispanics and its format from collage, this filmic slice of life coalesces into an ethnographic view of a possible future: the city as a constantly bubbling, delirious playground where yesterday's monuments are symbols to be triumphed over, and tomorrow never arrives. Perhaps this is why the ultimate effect is one of wistfulness, due also to the unexpected intrusion of a memento mori in the guise of a nude traversing Maine woods, both visually mocking Central Park's trampled pastorality and offering its frenetic revelers an alternative route." - Trevor Winkfield