In the beginning, Woman Bird fell in love with the first man to walk the Earth. He also fell in love with her. But since they didn't speak the same language, they couldn't consummate their love. Woman Bird decided to teach him how to speak Zikril, the language of all beings that live in the jungle. From this union we were born and from that moment on, men and animals, we all speak the same language.
— Jacinta
Languages have magic – dead or dying ones most of all – and some of that sorcery has made it onto the screen in the evocatively titled Mexican feature I DREAM IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE.
— Kenneth Turan, Los Angeles Times
Poetic Mexican film raises philosophical questions about what is lost when a language – and by extension, our elders' memory – is allowed to fade away unpreserved.
— Peter Debruge, Variety
Evaristo: Isauro, Isauro, ISAURO!!!
The Spirit of Isauro: What the hell do you want?
Evaristo: Are you still mad at me?
Isauro: Yes, you wanted to burn me alive, motherfucker! You burned my pictures! You attacked me! Get out of here!
Evaristo: No, I have come looking for you.
Isauro: What?
Evaristo: Maria died with regrets and I don’t want the same for me.
Isauro: Well, then, do you love me?
Evaristo: Shut up! Everybody is going to hear you!
Isauro: Oh, Evaristo! Around here, nobody cares.
Evaristo: Yes, I love you.
Isauro: So, come here then, it’s been too much nonsense already.
(Evaristo proceeds to clutch his wooden chair)
Isauro: Leave it, you won’t need it.
(Evaristo ambles into the cave to give one final thank you to Isauro)
