The Back of My Head May be in Bordertown
Straight-to-DVD release tomorrow
Um, NO, I’m trying to get an interview and my story was due an hour ago and ...
“Silence on the set!”
The Tribune offices were not exciting enough--just a bunch of people sitting at their desks talking on phones. To pump things up a bit, filmmakers covered the desks with scissors and spray glue and measuring devices to make it look like we laid the paper out by hand. Also, they asked all those extras to walk back and forth quickly and to mouth like they were having quick conversations with one another. In complete silence.
What I learned from Bordertown:
-Filming movies is immensely dull.
-J-Lo does not have a big butt. She has a normal person’s ass.
- Marc Anothony is a tiny tiny man.
The flick is about the femicide in Ciudad Juarez, although from what I’ve read it posits that a bus driver is doing the killings. I’ve heard many theories, including that the police are doing it, a government official, the facotry owners, etc. But even if they find that it’s just one man, the women in Juarez are being brutally raped and murdered because of a larger systemic problem—one that makes them worthless and allows hundreds to die, their bones, clothes and bodies littering the desert like so much trash.
Anyway, though Bordertown defaulted on its loan with the New Mexico State Investment Council, and even though the movie is probably terrible, I wish it had come out in theaters so more people could learn about the Juarez murders.