Within the first four minutes of El Violin, you've seen rape, beating and torture. Set in Mexico where rebels are struggling against soldiers, the film focuses on Don Plutarco, his son and grandson.

The three are street musicians, and Don Plutarco plays beautiful melodies with his violin. One day, they return to their village to find it overrun with soldiers and the rest of their family missing. Don Plutarco's son immediately joins the rebels, seeking to attack the soldiers. He leaves his father and grandson with some of the other survivors of the village, hoping they'll be safe.

The men have stored ammunition in the village which they planned to use to fight the soldiers, but they can't get to it because the village is heavily guarded.

Without his son's permission, Don Plutarco decides to take action and retrieve the ammunition, befriending the captain of the soldiers through his violin music.

Shot in gritty black and white, the film explores the lengths family will go to protect each other - no matter their age or physical fitness.

To be honest, it almost made me cry because it was so touching. It also made me hate soldiers, or at least hate the ones who rape and kill people.