Showing posts with label Mexican Stereotypes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mexican Stereotypes. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Ugly, Fat, Corrupt, Mexican Bandits! Another Chapter in the History "Mexican" Stereotypes from Atlas Comics

Pappy's Golden Age Blogzine continues to emerge as the premier treasure trove for stereotypes-seeking cultural studies workers probing the backstory for anti-Mexican loathing--enjoying a Trump-led renaissance these days.  

Turns out the fat, corrupt, racist/rapist (Trump, not the "Spider"), did not have to dig too deep to conjure frightening hallucinations of swarthy, scary ethnic criminality. Below appear some choice page selections--the whole epic tale is available here.














Thursday, December 31, 2015

"The Stuff a He-Man's Dreams Are Made Of" | John D. MacDonald's Mexico-based PLEASE WRITE FOR DETAILS, "Hotly Spiced with Latin Savvy," or Yet Another Chapter in the History of "Mexicans" in American Mass Culture (Fawcett Paperback Edition)

The sombrero clues you in to the Cuernavaca
setting for MacDonald's opus
I was stumbling around the internets and chanced upon an old Pulp paperback fiction blog I used to follow, Pop Sensation! There I found John D. MacDonald's PLEASE WRITE FOR DETAILS, a rather minor moment in American literary history, but a treasure trove for Mexican/Mexico/Latina/o stereotype scouts like yours truly.  Check out the original blog posting here or hit the images opposite and below--click them and like most images on this blog, they get more bigger.

As for critical commentary, I don't have much to add--it would be re-going over the endless arguments that appear in Tex[t]-Mex: Seductive Hallucinations of the "Mexican" in America! And, dear reader, I care too much for you to do that.  
Nothing says "I know 'Mexicans' like a pipe-foregrounded
author photo!


Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Louisiana's TURBOSQUID!!!! Yesterday's Most Pathetic Stereotypes Reimagined for the Digital Age of All our Cyber Tomorrows or Need a Sexy Latina or Bandit for your Animated Video


One of the infamous original members of the Taco Shop Poets and co-conspirator (along with Carlos Solorio) on my Mextasy.TV desmadre, Miguel-Angel Soria seems to have nothing else to do but to send me massive amounts of cyber tidbits filled with thrilling stereotype updates from the world of television and film production.  There, nestled in their dens in Hollywood (and Louisiana), these maniacs are busy building the NEXT generation of hot Latina bombshells, the next iteration of Alfonso Bedoya's I-don't-need-no-steenken-badges Mexican bandit.   Go here or here or here for your morning dose of digitally fine-tuned ethnic mannequins or peek above and below!

I love the way the African American digimannequin may be conceived of as a sexy business woman with some professional edge, whilst the winsome Latina lass's only concrete ontological quality is her essential sexyness--no business chops required!  The company that produces these monstrosities is called Turbosquid, out of Louisiana--maybe ace pinhead Bobby Jindal is associated with these cyberdumb rascals

Ack!!!!

 



Saturday, June 20, 2015

More Stereotypes than you can Shake a Stick at... Spicy Western Stories Covers via The Golden Age Blog


The curator at the Golden Age blog is a tireless servant to our compulsive appetite for garish stereotypes.  The latest entry, jump here, with tawdry Spicy Western Stories samples, has almost every flavor of ethnic criminality and swarthy viciousness that one might imagine--see sample above. 1937 was a particularly good year for scary "Mexican" covers with two, by H. J. Ward, that belong in the Tex[t]-Mex Stereotypes Hall of Fame.


Here are a couple more, from the Spicy-Adventure Stories line:



Saturday, May 17, 2014

Friz Freleng, Warner Bros., Speedy Gonzales, Slowpoke Rodriguez and "Mexican Boarders" (1962)

updated 03/07/16     updated 02/28/14     updated: 9/30/14     reposting: 9/15/09     original posting 3/31/07 



It is May or June 1962, and as I frolic in my crib, 6 months old, at my house on Hendricks Avenue, things are happening at The Tivoli Theatre (opposite) in downtown Laredo. There, screening for the first time, is the latest animated short feature out of the genius hands of a crazy cohort of driven, twisted imagineers at Warner Bros. studios.

"Mexican Boarders," directed by Friz Freleng, with Hawley Pratt, and written by John Dunn, tells the story of a visit to Speedy Gonzales by his cousin, Slowpoke Rodriguez.

I am writing about it here on the Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog as it throws a wrench (perhaps heaves an ACME bomb is better, it is Warner Brothers cartoons I'm writing about) at a key chapter of my University of Texas book, chapter 3, which has the unfortunate distinction of sporting the longest title I've ever published: "Chapter Three. Autopsy of a Rat: Sundry Parables of Warner Brothers Studios, Jewish American Animators, Speedy Gonzales, Freddy López, and Other Chicano/Latino Marionettes Prancing about Our First World Visual Emporium; Parable Cameos by Jacques Derrida; and, a Dirty Joke."



What's remarkable about "Mexican Boarders" is the mise en scène, that old war-horse French term from film criticism that speaks to the setting, background and tableau, if not the "actors" themselves. For in this 1962 classic, Speedy Gonzales is living the highlife in an upper-class Mexican town, "in the fine [bourgeois] hacienda of José Álvaro Meléndez." Most other Speedy shorts from the 60s feature Speedy and his cohorts living in trash ("Cannery Woe," 1961) or falling out of cantinas ("Tabasco Road," 1957)--and the bulk of my argument on Speedy, Autopsy of a Rat, keys on this. "Mexican Boarders" is different. Here, as you can see to your left, Speedy lives the life of a Patrón, in his "Casa de Gonzales." This Speedy is what we call in Laredo, Texas in our licentious and salacious patois, a high sosiégate, which literally means high calm-down, and figuratively means "high get-over-your-own-damn-self" and sounds like "high society."

So this bourgie ratón lives the good life, stealing cheese and such from Sylvester, who is so run down in "Mexican Boarders," that he has to resort to amphetamines to get him through his days.

That's when the key plot twist in this fable occurs and Speedy's country mouse cousin Slowpoke Rodriguez arrives to visit--he is slow-talking, more heavily accented than Speedy (his voice provided not by Mel Blanc, Warner's heralded man of a thousand voices, but by Tom Holland). All the sight gags revolve around Speedy saving his slow, country bumpkin cousin, from Sylvester owing to said bumpkin's obsessive compulsive drive for more food--"Ahhmm, steeeeel hawwwwwwwngreeee" becomes his Godot-like mantra. One particularly cool sight gag fuses the cubist sensibility of Georges Braque and Pablo Picasso.



But what is most striking about "Mexican Boarders" is the intellectual capacity of Slowpoke Rodriguez. Freleng et al capitalize on his largely American audiences expectations not only of a "Mexican," but of a rustic "peon" from the country--an urban/agricultural antagonism that transcends even nationalistic biases. For this slow-talking, slow-moving mouse is nobody's fool. Let him speak for himself: "maybe Slowpoke is pretty slow downstairs in the feet, but he is pretty fast upstairs in the cabeza.” Stopped by Speedy from emerging one evening to feed his ever-present appetite, Slowpoke demures for a second, only to confess resignedly to his perplexed cousin, "it's a far, far, better thing I do than if I starve."

Striking. Freleng ventriloquizes his animated Mexican as a Sydney Cartonesque, Dickens-alluding literati; moreover, in the next scene, Rodriguez emerges as a Svengali-like mesmerist (no, I am not exaggerating!) who converts Sylvester into a fan-bearing lackey.



This ironic and surreptitious re-figuration of the "Mexican" as cunning, mesmerizing subject--not to mention the Machiavellian potentiality embedded in this animated marionette will have to be documented in the second edition of Tex[t]-Mex.


Here's a streaming version of Mexican Boarders via DailyMotion:

09 - Mexican Boarders by ALEXAGORDON28771 

 Here are some recent images I dredged up on a google image search:

A Warner Brothers' animation character style sheet from 1992
source
A next-generation 3-d version of Slowpoke:

source


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Hipster Ode: Sombreros, Zarapes, and the Witchy Magic of Tequila


Well there! Thanks to our friend Miguel-Angel Soria for the saucy linkazo to Etsy, the hipster DIY mercado.  This stationer was so inspired by the dreamy voice of Joe Nichols' song: Tequila Makes her Clothes Fall Off,  she designed a bachelorette party invitation as a loose-fitting ode to the song. No need for the Algebra degree. Etsy-selling lady figured it all out. ¿Cierto?

 Tequila = Mexican, which means: Mexican = Sombrero and Zarapes. 

 A taste of the salty lyrics (no lime required.)

 "Them pantyhose ain't gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
 She might come home in a table cloth.
Ya tequila makes her clothes fall off"

Click here to hear the the catchy tune and watch scantily clad women bob in and out of a swimming pool whilst imbibing strip-tease-causing-satan juice in all its forms. Wannabes really. Take a page from Mr. Pee-Wee Herman's book. This is is how you do it, and mira nomás...Not a Sombrero or Zarape in site. Enjoy.



Sunday, December 18, 2011

Be a Bandit Hoodie!

Thanks to the grand Poobah of Chicana/o Studies at CSU Fullerton, Alexandro Gradilla, for sending me this stereotype-laden hoodie from Dillards.com!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Darth Vader is Mexican!

(or “...a not so long time ago in a mindset not so far away...”)

Well, Darth Vader may not be Mexican, but he might as well be in the broader interpretative sense of this socio-visual schema from the “How Stuff Works” internet site:


Sure, all the gadgets and characters of Lucas’ Star Wars universe may be entirely unique, but what is all too ordinary and widespread is this image of the tall, dark, serape-sporting threat to petite blondness (that is to say, innocent whiteness) confirmed here.

This hackneyed photo may be accidental or deliberate, humorous or irksome, racist or just sadly misinformed, but the scenario represented here stands out as one more example of the violent, villainous Mexican threat that haunts us all in the parking lots and alleyways of our social psyche.

What should we tell the folks at The Discovery Channel, who sanction this curious internet site?  Let the bastards hear it at their official Discovery Channel viewer relations page.

En la lucha,

Marc García-Martínez
Hancock College Associate catedrático (of sorts) y prevailing malcontent

Monday, March 28, 2011

Beaming malfunction turns Captain Kirk into a Faux-ican


Once more the tragedy of the Mexican cliché gets outfitted with ruffled sleeves and maracas. Here's the entire commercial for Priceline.



Will someone please set the world straight? Mariachis and Charros are a gorgeous sight.




Wide towering hats, metal-encrusted tight jackets, and pants are an eyeful of real Mexico. Even the Colombians got it right when producing this famous telenovela.



So here's a hint: Don't add the ruffly sleeves . Don't add maracas. That's more Sonora Matancera at one of their more Hollywood gigs.


Monday, May 24, 2010

The Continuing Ballad of the Sleeping Mexican



Another Monday--more sleeping Mexicans; hit the image to the left for the story, the right for the ad.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mexicans in Danish Eyes



Flies, tequila, etc. No surprises--excellent new work by talented illustrators; however, in the idea department, perhaps the duo was coasting on stereotypes? Perhaps. You think?

This story, also off of drawn.ca, is more better. Hit the piñata for the scoop.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

LADY GAGA and Alejandro: More "Mexican" RAD Stereotypes than you can shake a stick at!






the lyrics:

Alejandro Lyrics

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.
But I just can't be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

She's got both hands
in her pockets.
And she wont look at you,
Won't look at you

She hides true love.
En su bolsillo
She's got a halo around her finger.
Around you.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose.

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

(Just stop. Please. Just let me go. Alejandro. Just let me go.)

She's not broken,
She's just a baby.
But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad.
and all those flames that burned before him.
Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna cool the bad.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.


Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don't bother me.
http://www.elyricsworld.com/alejandro_lyrics_lady_gaga.html
Don't bother me. Alejandro
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Fernando.

I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Alejandro.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch. Fernando.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Frito Bandito Goes to Beijing or Outrageous Acts of Restaurant Naming: Chino Bandido Takee-Outee

One of our most respected and senior cultural studies gumshoes is in the house! Dr. Marc García-Martínez, from Allan Hancock College's Department of English, writes in with a culinary finding:


Estimado Nericcio—Ok, carnal, you can file this one under “Screwy Saussurean Southwest Semiotics” because here is more visual caca stereotype cut from stone and born of an odd geo-cultural commercial matrimony—literally.

Meet the 'Pancho Panda' mascot-logo from the fine Arizona Chinese-Mexican eatery Chino Bandido Takee-Outee. Check out their website and you will learn that this eatery along with its linguistically-charged twisted and alliterative namesake was established back in 1990 by husband and wife Frank and Evie Collins.The Collins’ share that they were inspired by “Eve’s Chinese background and both [of them] being native Arizonans” to create this nifty blend of Southwest Mexican and “Asian” cooking. Indeed, their website proudly tells the story of the iconic ‘Pancho Panda,’ as not just a mascot-logo but an actual rock statue as well, conceived by Frank & Evie during their travels to T’ainan, China, and blasted off some mountain there and taken back home to the Sunshine State.

Anyway, the rest of the story and the image of ‘Pancho Panda’ pretty much speaks for itself. Sabes que, I am just fascinated and aghast (as usual) by the Yellow River—Rio Grande crossings of geography and culture packed into this seemingly benign little visual stereotype; by the confusion I have as to whether that Frito Bandito signifier on the bear is, in fact, a Fu Manchu mustache or a Pancho Villa big ol' bigote?Either way, Billy, if you are ever driving through Phoenix or Chandler, AZ, stop by an take a photo or two of ‘Pancho Panda’…and pick me up a Szechuan hot tamale with Hunan duck and frijoles. ¡Orale!

En la lucha
,

Marc

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