“There are the green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans with the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-a-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans w/Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican.”
YOU KNOW WHEN A MOVIE SERIES MARKED A GENERATION WHEN A POSTER HAS NO TITLE AND EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT MOVIE IT IS.
I didn’t even realize there wasn’t a title…
I didn’t either. But we didn’t need a title.
titles are for movies, Harry is a way of life