Why Do Mexicans Take Their Children to Horror Flicks?
The last two movies I attended were rated R. Sitting around me were Mexican families with very young children. Why do Mexicans bring their eight-year-old kids to see a movie like Hostel? Do Mexican parents just not give a shit, or can they not afford a baby-sitter? Plus, the Mexicans let their kids kick my seat.
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The only sin I see here is anyone forking over cash to watch Hostel, the 2005 horror turkey whose main claim to fame was casting handsome wab Jay Hernandez as a character with the retre-gabacho name Paxton.
As for your question, the Mexican refers you to the late New Yorker film critic Pauline Kael, who famously quipped, "The words 'Kiss Kiss Bang Bang,' which I saw on an Italian movie poster, are perhaps the briefest statement imaginable of the basic appeal of movies." Nowhere is that nugget more applicable than with Mexicans. Mix gore, boobs, popcorn and the occasional midget or gay guy, and you can occupy a Mexican for two hours.
See, violence and Mexican cinema go together like refried and beans -- it's been one prolonged shoot-out that started with the 1919 silent classic El Automovil Gris ("The Grey Automobile," which dramatized the real-life exploits of Mexico City's murderous Grey Automobile Gang and included actual footage of their execution), continued through the urban dramas of the '50s and various '60s sci-fi/Aztec mummy/lucha libre superhero follies, and reached its zenith with narcopelculas (drug dramas) that Spanish-language television channels have broadcast without pause for the past three decades.
The Mexican love for filmic blood isn't a pathological cultural trait, though. As any Hollywood executive will tell you, violence is a universal tongue that needs no subtitles. That's why Mexican parents take their kiddies to see such films -- as the children become Americans and the parents remain stuck in remedial English classes, sometimes the only way to communicate is to speak the language of Charles Bronson. And the kid behind you? Just practicing his Death Wish moves so he can kick your ass.
Why do you people stink?
Same reason you don't: hard work.
Which comes first: the low-paying, so-called "jobs that Americans won't do," or the Mexicans who are willing to sleep three and four to a ten-by-12 room so that they can afford to work those jobs?
You're presenting us with a Rorschach test -- our answer reveals our position regarding the Mexican Question and says more about us than the actual effects of Mexicans on the economy. Whether Mexican immigrants drive down wages, improve the economy, have no effect (or are part of a triple alliance with Islamofascists and the Chinese to take over the United States) is a topic so complicated that you can easily find an "expert" and "stats" to support any "position." The July 9 New York Times Magazine, for instance, featured battling economic professors who fought round after round until coming to no decision. This Mexican's take: Mexicans will continue to take the jobs Americans won't do until big business pays a living wage across the board or Americans are willing to pick strawberries at minimum wage. Don't bet on the former; if Americans do the latter, they're either stupid or desperate. Or Mexican.
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