“Come, let us have a drink,” says one aging streetwalker to another, “and hate everything and everyone.” If that sounds tempting, then Mexican auteur Arturo Ripstein’s latest will be right up your dimly lit, trash-strewn alley.

Lensed in impeccable neo-noir style by Alejandro Cantú, the film concerns identical twins who make a living as “Lilliputian wrestlers,” until the night they decide to hire those two prostitutes, with fatal consequences.

The crime and aftermath (based on a real story) are the best parts by far, but these come well after many overextended scenes of selfish, squalid people treating one another like dirt. A lurch into sentiment at the end feels disjointed and bizarre, though the visual hold of “Bleak Street” never slackens.