With its queer protagonist, colorful aesthetic, and political undertones, it had all the ingredients for a cinematic breakthrough that could have re-centered the existing rhetoric surrounding Mexican and queer realities. Instead, we got a fever dream of queer clichés and a narrow-minded European fantasy of Mexico—a superficial spectacle that stumbles clumsily over the very identities it claims to uplift.

Chapa tells a new story for Malinalli, creating an environment where Malinalli has a chance to show herself in a way that history has not afforded her.

oday’s white-optic televisual landscape teems with what I call white-regenerative narratives—stories in which worn-out, broken, or morally adrift white dudes are reinvigorated through contact with Brown suffering.

HBO has released a 5-part docuseries that looks at 43 murdered students in Ayotzinapa, Mexico

The lyrics of Celia Cruz’s “Yo viviré” rhythmically play out above a brightly lit luchador ring in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico in the beginning...