La Rosa de Guadalupe, which is produced by Televisa and repeatedly aired by Univision, is one of the best worst shows the television network has ever conceived. It’s so badly acted, horribly written, and terribly produced that, throughout its 737 episodes, it has inspired a countless parodies, memes, nerd rage, and even an actual suicide. Yes, people have died because of this show — yet, considering its 8-year-old run, La Rosa has almost as many episodes as the 40-year-old Saturday Night Live, so apparently it’s fairly popular.
Pretty cray, right?
Because the show is essentially Catholic brainwashing propaganda, La Rosa promises to portray “a miracle” in every episode. Thankfully the show’s writers get very creative when it comes to setting up adversity for their characters, and thus drug addiction, incest, adultery, student bullying, elder abuse, and marital violence are but a few of the subjects La Rosa gladly covers. Also, to keep things fresh and very amateur, the show almost never repeats actors.
They do, however, repeat one bit in all of their episodes: right before showing the promised miracle, a single white rose appears near a carefully-placed Virgin of Guadalupe painting or figurine, and the lead protagonist’s face gets a close-up shot while being caressed by magical breeze.
Here’s a gif:
This imaginative, next-level campiness has been ridiculed for years, but it’s basically half the reason why anybody watches the show. How did the producers of the La Rosa come up with this great idea? One man — a hero to all of us who have no life, which is why we take an interest in Rosa-related trivia in the first place — took it upon himself to find out. His name is Ricardo Escobar, and this is what he found out:
Carlos Mercado, the writer of these stories, told me that he presented this project [to Televisa] in 2006, but it was rejected. He then went to the basilica, asked the Virgin to give him the right elements to once again pitch the idea, and, upon stepping out of the church, he felt the wind hit his face. That also gave him the idea to introduce the rose. Afterwards he took the project back to Televisa and it was approved.
Mmm, interesting. So in Mexico Catholic saints are just handing out miracles to any asshole who pay them a visit? I see. *Writes Rictus business and advertising plan, books flight to Mexico City*
Watch the full interview with La Rosa de Guadalupe producers below.
Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water is that freaky fish sex movie you’ve been waiting for
The Shape of Water, Guillermo del Toro’s latest flick starring British actress Sally Hawkins, is the freaky fish sex movie you’ve been waiting for – if that’s the sort of thing you’ve been waiting for, I mean. It’s also an unconventional love story about very conventional love, and Michael Shannon, the antagonist, plays a great asshole.
Warning: Spoilers ahead, so don’t read the rest of my nonsense if that’s a problem for you.
I love Guillermo del Toro because he’s not Alejandro González Iñárritu, meaning that, unlike the other Mexican powerhouse director, Guillermo’s stories don’t consistently bank on putting characters in miserable situations – see Amores Perros, Babel, Biutiful, The Revenant – in order to cheaply exploit the audience for super sad feels.
At times, Guillermo’s use of monsters and the fantastical may seem like a gimmick, but he’s an excellent storyteller, and that’s his real forte. Not always, sure – Pacific Rim was horrible, let’s be real – but Memo is usually consistent, and The Shape of Water is very much the Guillermo everyone loves.
A very quick synopsis: The Shape of Water is the story of Elisa Esposito, a timid mute played by Sally Hawkins, who cleans a government lab. It’s set in the early ‘60s, and the mousy woman has a funny gay neighbor, who’s also her closest confidant, and a cool coworker, played by Octavia Spencer. One day Elisa builds a strong bond with a freaky sea creature that was secretly brought in to her even more secretive workplace. Elisa tries to rescue the fugly thing before it’s killed and dissected for science stuff.
Michael Shannon, the antagonist, is an awesome, off-putting, oddball asshole. Listen, fuck sentimental Jon Hamm in Mad Men because, as evidenced by his role in The Shape of Water, Shannon is the kind of vintage American dick that would have kept me from sleeping through that boring-ass, slow-paced show. Dude is super sexist, racist, petty, violent – you know, a typical ‘60s man, or any man in any era, really. Michael keeps this movie together, and he really delivers, especially in a hilarious sex scene.
There’s lots of Guillermisms in place: nostalgia for old technology, relatable otherworldly creatures, beautiful cinematography – though, oddly, there’s no gears anywhere. From Cronos to Hellboy, clock-like gears are always a thing in Memo’s movies, but not here. However, the most notable rehash of all his ideas is a big one: the kafkaesque fishman in The Shape of Water is basically a mute Abraham Sapien, from the Hellboy universe.
Again, although this is an unconventional love story, replace the monster with a socially-awkward incarcerated man, and the movie becomes a very conventional love tale. The Shape of Water is engaging and it never feels slow, but the storytelling is not exactly perfect, at least structurally.
For example, the bond between Elisa and Frogface – I don’t know the monster’s real name – is rushed, and it almost fucks up the whole movie. Her case as to why she would befriend a crazy-ass, violent creature is brought up too late in the story, and by then too much shit has already happened.
Plus making The Shape of Water into romantic flick also feels like a wasted opportunity, or a lazy crowd-pleaser. I don’t want that from Memo. If the movie’s focus would’ve been limited to developing a strong, unusual kinship with an anthropomorphic monster, deeper emotional angles could’ve been explored. Instead, a silly love story was wedged in because people can’t see movies without them? Hollywood? I don’t fucking know.
And, listen, I’m no prude, it’s fun to imagine banging some horrendous fish – props to Guillermo there – but Frogface’s character isn’t sufficiently developed in order for the audience to truly believe there’s an involved, emotional relationship. The protagonist would also need to be more eccentric, and not so well put together. As a result, some of the scenes have the same seriousness as vintage creature porn (very NSFW, don’t click on the link).
The film is still fun to watch, but it’s mostly because of Guillermo’s solid visuals, and the cops and robbers angle. Michael Shannon really carries the movie with the occasional quip by Octavia Spencer, who’s still working at that lab from Hidden Figures, apparently. Sally Hawkins’ acting is solid, too, and FISH SEX.
Go see it, why not. See the trailer below.
Coco triggers Mexican on Mexican hate because #mexicanscanthavenicethings
Alright, unless Miguel gets that reggaeton contract I’ve been writing about, this is the last thing I’m going to write about Disney-Pixar’s The boy who wanted más gasolina, dale más gasolina – I mean Coco.
So Coco is a huge success, both in Mexico and the US, but apparently a group of Chicanos are not having it. Gustavo Arellano Miranda, a well-known writer for Pocho, among other outlets, penned a very interesting column on the success of the movie. He essentially defends Lalo Alcaraz, the Mexican-American cartoonist, from a bunch of naysayers.
Lalo decided to participate in the production of Coco as a consultant, and that did not sit well with the Disney-hating activists:
“Disney did what any smart corporation would do: They hired someone to teach them how to do things right. Better yet, they hired Alcaraz as a cultural consultant for Coco. That led armchair Aztecs to accuse Alcaraz of being a vendido—a sellout. Even allies of Alcaraz engaged in a lot of Facebook hand-wringing and asked Alcaraz why he decided to help his Moby Dick try and tackle a Mexican holiday.”
The way I see it, Disney was gonna make Coco with or without any Mexican input. The fact that the all-powerful company decided to bring in lots of Latino talent – even if it wasn’t done out of the kindness of their own hearts, but to make sure nobody the Cultural Appropriation Crowd got off their balls – is still better than nothing. The voice actors, most of them Latino, as far as I can tell from IMDB, are getting some recognition. The co-director, Adrian Molina, is of Mexican descent (he grew up in Yuba City, poor soul), and will obviously gain a huge amount of visibility thanks to the success of Coco.
So Mexicans are getting their names on the marquee and making dough. Coco is respectful, well-liked – even by Yours Truly, though I did have a few quibbles – so I’m definitely siding with Gustavo and Lalo here.
We live in a capitalist country, and Disney is still going to pocket most of the money, but, as Arellano puts it, the company still knows who “butters their tortillas”:
“[Working-class Mexicans]—like the masses in general—know a good product when they see it and resent yaktivists who tell them they should give up real pleasures to score nebulous political points. Disney knows who butters its tortillas, too: All the ride instructions at its Anaheim parks are in English and español. They still air Handy Manny on Disney cable channels for the little ones. The recent DuckTales reboot reimagined Gizmoduck as a Latino (voiced by Puerto Rican Lin-Manuel Miranda, but Mexicans will take him). Coco came out to be a great movie.”
So great, the numbers say, that Disney even decided to show Coco in Spain in Mexican Spanish, a first in over 25 years.
Video: Carmen Yulín Cruz killed it on Colbert last night
Carmen Yulín Cruz, the current mayor or San Juan, Puerto Rico, was a guest on the The Late Show last night. Although I could have done without the salsa intro – where’s the reggaeton, damn it! – she killed it by reminding American viewers that La Isla del Encanto is still hurting.
“About 50% of the population still doesn’t have power, and that ones that do have, it’s very unstable.”
I have no idea what her politics are really about – liberal-leaning, assume, especially if she’s on Colbert – but it’s great to see an articulate Latina politician, especially one that’s serving a primarily Spanish-speaking Island, be on a national show. Carmen carried herself gracefully and, unlike Trump, who previously called Yulín a “nasty” woman, she never rambled carelessly.
Check out the interview below.
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