The rare "drug trade" film taking place in Colombia that doesn't glorify violence and death or use them as entertainment, but instead uses them to instill dread in the viewer. Additionally, the film treats indigenous cultures and their traditions with the respect that they deserve, primarily depicting the Wayúu people from the Guajira Peninsula in a way that highlights their practices and their beliefs. The landscapes from that region are spectacular and extremely varied in flora and fauna. Seeing them all on celluloid, creating the backdrop for these beautifully written characters, is quite the experience. I've never seen anything quite like it in cinema. And it makes me yearn for more.
I remember viewing this by myself in a theater, watching the screen cut to black over the solemn sounds of a rainstorm, amazed by what I had just witnessed and feeling so proud to be Colombian. I would love to get to revisit that feeling more often.