Grow up, live, laugh, love, get shot to death on your 25th birthday... La vida loca is a brutal chronicle; but calling it a documentary would be stretching the usual connotations to the genre thin. There's no explanation, no apparent narrative. Instead you're thrown into the fray, confronted with bare-knuckle imagery that borders the surreal (or was I the only one shocked by the routine at the wake(s)?). Though real enough that Poveda had to pay with his life for it. A crazy life indeed.