“I Don’t Expect Anyone to Believe Me” Plays with Belief to Lampoon Colonialism
It’s a funny turn, seeing hapless Mexicans maneuver the attention of organized crime in Spain in “I Don’t Expect Anyone to Believe Me.”
It’s a funny turn, seeing hapless Mexicans maneuver the attention of organized crime in Spain in “I Don’t Expect Anyone to Believe Me.”
“Scream” was the franchise that got me into horror movies but with Melissa Barrera’s firing and Jenna Ortega’s exit one day later, I’m out.
When I first heard about Netflix’s emerging reggaetonero comedy “Neon,” I was excited – but the representation I craved was MIA.
Twenty years ago, the dramatic thriller “21 Grams” came out in North American theaters, and became an emblematic work of modern cinema.
Halfway into the “Robbie Williams” documentary, the cheekiness and bravado fall away to reveal a sensitive, vulnerable, and honest man.
Quantum Leap, The Boys, Gen V, Bridgerton, Grey’s Anatomy, and so many others are missing the depth and character Latinos bring.
Today, we’re plunging headlong into the captivating domain of Brazilian representation, or more precisely, the challenges it grapples with.
White supremacy is scary as fuck. It’s the evil idealogy powered by the colonial world order, creating a hierarchy of humans as if light skin can equate to worth rather than simply the absence of melanin. It makes no sense scientifically or even as a coherent ideology but it’s the archaic system we’re all living […]
One of the best things about autumn is all the fabulous new Latinx books that get released – so pick up these five, pero ahora.
“De La Calle” isn’t perfect but my Spotify has been bumping since watching Nick Barili recount Latinx artists’ contributions to Urbano music.