The Problem with Latinx Representation

Last year, I got really into Jane the Virgin. It was originally a Venezuelan telenovela, Juana la virgen, that my mother never really watched, but my grandmother (Mami) really loved. Mami would rave about it all the time about how Mauricio (Rafael’s Venezuelan counterpart) and Juana were meant to be together. I, quite honestly, was never intrigued by any telenovela…Juana la virgen was no exception to that.

However, when I gave Jane the Virgin a chance, I fell in love. Jane the Virgin is truly a brilliant TV show with amazing writers. The TV series stars Jane, a young celibate college student, on her way to big and better things. She lives with her Catholic Abuela Alba, played by Ivonne Coll, who taught her about the importance of waiting until marriage.

What truly interests me about the show is how incredible its depiction of Latinx culture is. They make fun of the ridiculousness behind telenovela plotlines through Rogelio without unknowingly alienating the audience. Plenty of heritage speakers applauded the TV show’s daring move to have Abuela speaking Spanish basically all the time. Nonetheless, I have a problem with certain aspects of the show…as nothing can truly be perfect.

For instance, Ivonne Coll is a Puerto Rican actress playing a Venezuelan woman. Yes, Abuela is Venezuelan and that’s pretty amazing, but her Spanish dialect should be Venezuelan. From its pilot, I was able to quickly identity Coll’s accent and swift use of Puerto Rican colloquialisms i.e. bizcocho (cake), hombre, no! (No way!), etc…

Hollywood has gotten away with this many, many times. In the Netflix original series, Narcos, the main character, Pablo Escobar, is played by a Brazilian man….a Brazilian man, Warner Moura. This would not be such a big deal except for the fact that he keeps his Brazilian accent while he’s interpreting the role of a Colombian man. What makes matters worse is the fact that they hired Paulina Gaitán (Mexican), Luis Guzmán (Puerto Rican), and André Mattos (Brazilian) to play Colombians and they all speak in their respective dialects.

In the case of Jane the Virgin, I understand that the showrunners wanted to write a storyline specifically designated for immigration laws in the United States meaning Ivonne Coll would not have been able to play a Puerto Rican…because, you know, Puerto Ricans are not immigrants. Still, they should have had Coll do a Venezuelan accent or reduce the number of colloquialisms that do not correspond to the Venezuelan dialect. It is truly disturbing to see the flashback scenes with a younger Alba who distinctly speaks in a Central American dialect in contrast to Alba’s lively Caribbean Spanish.

How would you feel, as an English speaker, to have a British man play an American man while he spoke in the typical Brit dialect?

I want Hollywood to break the Latinx amalgamation that exists in the United States of America.  We are Latinxs, yes, but we all have our obvious differences. We are Cuban, Venezuelan, Puerto Rican, Mexican, Colombian, Chilean, and we are proud of our heritage. We’re more than Latinxs. We are strong and lively people. We love to be represented onscreen. We just want more.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

As one of many millenials, I grew up with Harry Potter. It was the first book I picked out for myself in a bookstore. It was an old-looking, worn translation of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal). As an eager seven year old, I was happy to hear that there was a magical world out there that I was ready to discover. I became obsessed with the books. I asked for boxed sets for Christmas next to a bunch of young adult books. I was happy and it was my entryway to “harder” literature. Soon thereafter, I was reading Jane Austen, Emily Brontë, Shakespeare plays, and Golden Age Spanish novels as a young teenage girl. However, Hogwarts always had a place in my heart.  I went to midnight releases (much to my parents’ dismay) at Borders, I watched the movies and I reread the books over and over again. It was magical.

When I first heard about the Harry Potter play, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, I was a little confused. I thought JK Rowling had stated that she would no longer enter this fantastic world of wizardry that she herself had created. Nonetheless, I was excited. It was Harry Potter, after all…my own personal magical door to literature.

I personally did not attend the Midnight Release. Perhaps a former, younger version of myself might have enjoyed it, but I did not feel up for it. Still, my boyfriend was gifted a copy and I started reading next to him.

It is a shame to say that this book read like fan fiction…and not even good fan fiction. In fact, very bad fan fiction. I understand that the Harry Potter series and Cursed Child were written in two different mediums (fiction and theater, respectively), but still. Cursed Child still belongs in the Harry Potter universe and it makes no sense.

*Spoilers Ahead*

Here’s a list of complaints/observations:

  1. Hermione turns into a bitter woman because she didn’t end up with Ron Weasley.

Seriously? Seriously? Hermione: the SPEW advocate, the strong female role in the entire series let her whole life be controlled about whether or not she ended up with a Weasley? I call bullshit. #Feminism

2. Rose’s life matters, but Ron’s and Parvati’s kid doesn’t?

Flawed Logic.

3. Voldemort had sex with Bellatrix?

I’m sorry, but how can a man who split his soul into seven freaking pieces be able to, you know, provide his essence?? Delphi was made basically from one human wizard and one weird freaky nonhuman subspecies. This does not and will never make sense to me.

4. The future depends on the life of Cedric Diggory

…really? The most boring dude in the history of the world? It all depended on that one event at the Triwizard Tournament? I’m sorry. I don’t buy it.

5. How does this fit into the HP Universe?

I truly don’t know. I want to try and make sense of it in order to appreciate it better, but I didn’t need more. Harry Potter was a beautiful part of my life, but I would rather read ten different books about other things that happened in the world. I don’t need Harry’s scar to hurt again and I don’t need another skewed, backwards tale.