mild pretension in the west village

last night, i saw a mexican film. doesn't that make me sound smart? there were subtitles and everything!

the dirty little secret is, it was just like a spanish language version of all the stupid, lowbrow american shit that i love so much. but somehow, when you slash the budget, set it in a foreign country, and force me to read in order to follow the plot, it becomes high culture! ¡qué fabuloso!

as an added bonus, non-american movies (particularly this one, sólo con tu pareja, which incidentally, i highly recommend) seem to contain more casual profanity, more broadly drawn racial stereotypes and more graphic sex scenes than american fare. this one was about a deceitful womanizer who goes around nailing everything on legs (yes, you get to watch) before he finally falls in love and gets a taste of his own medicine. it's from 1991 (vintage!) and definitely worth netflixing. big thanks to my puerto rican roommate for providing me with an extensive knowledge of latin american profanity.