If Hollywood tells you a story about Mexico, they will not cast a blue-eyed, blonde for any Mexican roles, although we have a vast population of blonde, blue-eyed Mexicans. But Hollywood thinks, We need to show you a peasant with a donkey. We need to show you that this street is filthy and there are rats everywhere so you know we’re in Mexico. Sometimes the Hollywood point of view is too narrow.
…[Juárez has] problems like any other major city in the world, but it’s a modern city. It’s a fantastic city. It’s a beautiful city. So it’s your choice which part of that city to show, like a bus station, “Let’s bring in this bus from World War II, almost like the cars they have in Cuba!” Cuba was cut off from the world because of the blockade, so they don’t have modern buses. But Mexico has not been under any blockade, so we do have modern buses. So if you choose to bring in a really old, beat-up bus in order to show the world that this is Mexico and not the U.S., that’s the choice you make as a producer, but I’m not necessarily agreeing with that.
There are green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans with the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans with Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The jaguar-lipped Mexicans. The wide-as-a-Tula-tree Zapotec Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican.