Let the US have Andy Warhol, Mexico has Chespirito!

Let the US have Andy Warhol, Mexico has Chespirito! or, to think of this singular acting metamorphosis in another way--Gómez Bolaños delivered on the promises of Walter Benjamin's "The Work Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction" and augured the simulation/simulcara-wet theories of Baudrillard! Either way, the shapeshifting thespian of Mexican TV rocks! More, en Ingles, aqui. or hit the image above to visit Chespirito's main site.

Daphne Strassmann's Ritualistic Chicano Totemic Cannibalism or El Chavo Del Ocho is Yummy

Regular East Coast scribe and now, apparently, culinary cultural studies maven, Daphne Strassmann writes in to report:

From: daphne strassmann
Subject: Fue sin querer queriendo
I ate El Chavo.

From Fiesta Grocers in Houston Texas and one of my
Chavo-inspired x-mas regalos.

I don't mind saying these pops estaban reque-deliciosas.

Pero,

Don Ramon tasted bitter
Doña Florinda tasted like permanents
Quique tasted ambivalent
and Chavo tasted like hope

El Chavo del Ocho, My Newest Ersatz "Mexican"

Eduardo Santacruz, regular contributor to the Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog, dutiful comparative literature scholar, and near-future resident of Barcelona, España, stopped by to donate a new artifact to my museum of ersatz Mexican facsimiles--none other than Roberto Gómez Bolaños, aka Chespirito, aka, el Chavo del Ocho. However, this one, from Best Buy, features the whitest Chespirito I have ever seen--hit the image above for the details! Yet another chapter in the history of racialized representation en las Americas.

Here's Gómez Bolaños at his finest:

El Chavo Del Ocho Rides Again...

Thanks to East Coast correspondent Daphne Strassmann who sends in this Chespirito update! Spanish language update here.



update:

Chespirito hates Carlos Fuentes's Aura! What a dope! Thanks to "anonymous" for the link.

New Galleryblog Logo: Eva in Chains

I have always been intrigued (see the July 12, 2007 entry at the old school Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog site) by this photoshoot Eva Longoria did for the UK's Arena Magazine--on the one hand, it represents an erotic and electric staging of the increasingly ubiquitous Chicana star; on the other, it semiotically suggests some odd, disturbing allegory of Geppetto gone amuck, Pygmalion channeled by the Marquis de Sade, with Longoria, in chains, as some odd, naked Pinocchio--Eliza Doolittle with couture by Michel Foucault... or something like that.

I'll bring El Chapulin Colorado back if I get enough grief for Eva!