The cycle of life for the poor is quite frankly an interesting road. In cinema, it has been intertwined with the idea that it is their fault for the position they are in. Such an aim has been repeatedly cliched on this single nuance, only observing the less fortunate in a negative, shameful scope. However, as a rule, this absence of extension leaves such a large number of holes from the narrative of the poor. Fernando Meirelles, however, is able to put his signature captivating spell on City of God. The way this film depicts the complete livelihood of the Rio de Janiero slums is immaculate. Through the use of parallel developments, each of the main characters can be drawn with specific attributes, but they all have to go through the common struggles of drug abuse, dealing with family, and endless amounts of violence. I am so happy to have at long last seen the sort of work that makes watching film an important piece of life.