Oct 11, 2008

Beverly Hills Chihuahua


"Disney Classic" is a dying term. Since the partnership with Pixar, or maybe before that, Disney took the shortcut to making revenue and creating films for younger audiences by lowering the quality severely. It's apart of a standing theory that something you love as a child stays with you, no matter how corny or horrible it is. It's just something that happens as you age, same as your taste buds skip favorites.


Thus began Operation Childhood Pillaging. We had no choice but to stand aside in the sidelines watching Disney making Lion King prequels, sequels, and dequels. Same with Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, and every other animated masterpiece there is out there. This wretched spawn quickly clogged the Disney library with so many straight to DVD releases that I hold no respect for the company anymore. Not even The Fox and the Hound can save it.

To sucker punch Disney once again, I bring to reference the race relations depicted in most of the classic films. Every one has a theme of it, subversive or not. My man Walt must have realized that in order to draw a crowd to his animations; to separate his from the others, he must paint his own caricatures of how he views Asians, Blacks, and Mexicans. In this context, Disney has returned to their ways and targeted Mexicans for this outing of Equator drama.

Propaganda has never been so blatant.

Mexico as well for that matter. A pristine suburbia with perfect lawns edited seamlessly to show the rolling hills of beautiful Beverly Hills then a quick comparison to the seedy and dirty Mexican landscape. Compare these two places and what you get is a place south of America that has been filmed to look like a petri dish. Sure, colorful characters were produced, but at what cost?

Beverly Hills Chihuahua is stenciled in the style of Homeward Bound but with gardeners, sombreros, and burritos. The depicted lead voiced by Nick at Nite favorite George Lopez is a false hero. He isn't the protagonist nor does he have hero blood. He's nothing but a perverted Mexican (dog) who goes through no extremes while the "American" German Shepard does. In the end, the Mexican dog wins the prize he set out for while the "American" paved the yellow brick road for him. Lopez is around for a prime total of 20 minutes tops in which he lustfully mutters senorita and other Spanish nonsense.

If Beverly Hills Chihuahua attempted to teach its brainwashed one thing, it's to think low of Mexicans. All stereotypes are portrayed whether it is Mariachi, creepster, Dog-fighting crime lord, or landscapers. Despite having the racial hatred that Disney Classics are so "acclaimed" for, Beverly Hills Chihuahua succeeds in no way, leaving a slimy trail behind its own rear end. One of which that smells surprisingly like Tacos. Beverly Hills Chihuahua is Legally Blonde for latino kids.


-mAQ

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