What a Load of Crap! Part II


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The Village Voice:

Yes We Can! (Make Better Biopics Than Cesar Chavez)

The Chicano labor leader César Chávez can now join Mahatma Gandhi and Nelson Mandela in the pantheon of heroes whose world-altering achievements are dutifully recounted in timid, lifeless films any substitute can pop into the school DVD player when the regular history teacher is out with the flu.

With César Chávez, Mexican director Diego Luna, who co-starred in last year’s space fantasy Elysium and explored bi-curiosity with Gael García Bernal in Y Tu Mamá También, seems less interested in making human and revealing cinema than a live-action inspirational poster. When his Chávez stands at the lectern, Luna shoots lead actor Michael Peña from the shoulders up and from the side, gazing beatifically at the awed crowd.

Curiously, though, this Chávez’s followers are few, just two or three dozen stout men in straw hats. Take away the ocher sunlight of California’s Central Valley (though the film was shot in northwestern Mexico), and the scene could be a metro section photo covering a local city council race. The sparse tableaux speak to the intimacy of Chávez’s activism, but also suggest the film’s inability to capture the scope of its subject’s influence and accomplishments.

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Occasionally, it’s possible to get a sense of Chávez as a man of his time — specifically, as one player in the internationalist Third World movement of the 1960s, which emphasized commonalities between oppressed racial groups around the world. “They play the races against each other,” sermonizes Dolores Huerta (Rosario Dawson), a prominent labor leader who would eventually found the United Farm Workers union with Chávez. (Not that you’d learn that from this film, which lectures against Latin machismo and yet almost entirely expunges women’s contributions to the campaign.)

Keir Pearson‘s script plays out like a highlight reel of the grape strike. It fails to effectively dramatize the slow process of converting ordinary laborers to the workers’ cause and of selling the boycott to everyday consumers. What little narrative propulsion there is comes from upsetting scenes of overt racism, as when angry white farm owners wantonly shoot at Mexican-American protesters or run them over with pickup trucks.

Luna’s Chávez is a Catholic saint, not just in his religious faith but also in his dedication to the idea that mortification of the flesh is the key to a paradisiacal future. The film begins with Chávez leaving his cushy job as the national director of a Latino civil rights group, where he wears a suit (but no tie) to work; he’s soon toiling in the fields despite his chronic backaches to gain the trust of the workers. Moving his wife and eight children into a three-bedroom house in the farm towns also means holding back his own kids’ prospects to provide better opportunities for the farm workers’ children. “The kids here are idiots,” complains his son Chato (Maynor Alvarado), suddenly the target of anti-Mexican slurs.

But Luna’s Chávez isn’t a man of contradictions. Nor is he a man of action. He merely suffers: beatings by angry white farm owners, unkind words from an increasingly rebellious Chato, agony from spectacular protests like a 25-day fast and a 300-mile march. The film doesn’t seek admiration for his deeds or his force of will, only sympathy for enduring the kind of physical pain the Jackass crew used to undergo every week for MTV.

The careless diminishment of every other character that isn’t Chávez — including wife Helen, played by an utterly wasted America Ferrera in a grape-sized role — might be worth overlooking if the film provided any insights into its subject. There are intimations of suggestions of allusions to the media-savvy ideologue that Chávez actually was. (As the rightwing press is still fond of pointing out, the union man occasionally agitated against immigration, fearing that scabs would undermine the effectiveness of his strikes, and even reported a few undocumented workers who wouldn’t join his campaigns to INS.)


Today is/was the birthday of César Chávez. March 31st is now a state holiday called César Chávez Day in California, Colorado, and Texas.

I gotta whisper this post because César Chávez is considered a saint around these parts and saying anything negative about him is blasphemy and heresy and grounds for being burned at the stake. He gets a lot more respect now that he’s dead than he ever got while he was alive.

César Chávez was neither great nor evil. His actual accomplishments (other than generating lots of publicity) were slim and none. The United Farm Workers (UFW) is and was a joke. The infamous grape boycott failed miserably.

César Chávez was a community organizer, a protégé of Fred Ross and an Alinsky disciple. His basic strategy was to gain publicity by stirring up trouble and then blaming it on the cops and growers.

I will give him credit – he seems to have believed in his cause and unlike many others he certainly didn’t get rich by helping the poor.

This new movie about César Chávez is another load of crap left-wing propaganda. From what I have seen and read about it I would estimate it’s about as historically accurate as Barack Obama’s two autobiographies, give or take a couple composite friends.


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28 Responses to What a Load of Crap! Part II

  1. 49erDweet says:

    If Cesar Chavez had been as successful as the progs imply he was, his home town of Keene, CA, would have become as important as Tehachapi, Coalinga

  2. 49erDweet says:

    ..or Chowchilla, CA. Compare those locations on *oogle Maps and you’ll know more about the success of the UFW than the NYT wants you to know.

  3. The Klown says:

    The mom superior of Mothers Demand Gun Confiscation is on Katie today. I am tempted to watch just to see if anyone mentions that gun deaths have been declining in this country or that the the highest rates of gun deaths are in the areas with the strictest gun controls.

  4. DandyTIger says:

    All of my composite friends moved out of the country.

  5. The Klown says:

    This was weird: I suddenly started pouring rain for about 3-4 minutes, then it stopped.

    • 49erDweet says:

      A disaster has apparently struck my area. A downpour of Anthropogenic Global Warming passed through and dumped something called a “tr”

      • 49erDweet says:

        ..which apparently stands for “tremendous rain” because the weather alert system went bonkers all morning to warn us to take cover. Oh, the humanity! Unknown yet how many survivors, but as soon as the BotW finishes watching Monster, Inc. for the 61st time I’ll do a survey.

  6. DeniseVB says:

    Happy First Day of Baseball ! If I even found this interesting, I thought you guys would too 😀

    http://mentalfloss.com/article/24358/whats-nickname-origins-all-30-mlb-team-names

  7. swanspirit says:

    In case you suspected, the US stock market is rigged :

    Steve Kroft: What’s the headline here?

    Michael Lewis: Stock market’s rigged. The United States stock market, the most iconic market in global capitalism is rigged.

    60 Minutes Overtime
    Lewis explains how the stock market is rigged
    Steve Kroft: By whom?

    Michael Lewis: By a combination of these stock exchanges, the big Wall Street banks and high-frequency traders.

    Steve Kroft: Who are the victims?

    Michael Lewis: Everybody who has an investment in the stock market.

    http://www.cbsnews.com/news/is-the-us-stock-market-rigged/

  8. The Klown says:
  9. DeniseVB says:

    Anybody want to know How I Met Your Mother ended? I wasn’t a regular viewer, but there’s a mass suicide going on over at Twitter #HIMYMFinale , hee, hee, hee.

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