Based in the Mexican village of La Patrona, Arturo González Villaseñor's documentary All of Me (Llévate Mis Amores) is about a multigenerational group of women appropriately known as the Patronas. As freight trains pass by, carrying migrants heading to the United States, the Patronas toss up prepared and bagged foods — at no small amount of risk to themselves and to the men riding the rails. (Notably, we're told that about a quarter of them are from Central America, despite the widespread belief that all undocumented workers are Mexican.) One of the more chilling undercurrents is the women talking about their lives not directly related to risking their lives to feed strangers rolling past, particularly how their opportunities are restricted by their culture's gender divisions. As one Patrona puts it, you don't know the man you're marrying until it's too late, and you quickly go from being a shiny new toy to an old piece of furniture. Another discusses her desire to give her children a better life. (Remember when that was considered the ideal?) Most of them get more appreciation from these strangers they only see for a few seconds than the men who swore to love and honor them, and such heartbreaking humanity in All of Me proves reality runs deeper than any shallow political rhetoric.