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If there was a reason for veteran actor Edward James Olmos to resurrect his magnetic role in “Zoot Suit,” it’s to honor the man behind that landmark work centering the Mexican American experience. Olmos gets back into his swag-spilling persona as an otherworldly, Caló-speaking figure from the 1940s, now only in voice, to narrate “American Pachuco: The Legend of Luis Valdez.” This playful and comprehensive biographical documentary from director David Alvarado spends time with a deserving trailblazer whose name and accomplishments perhaps aren’t engraved in the American consciousness, but should be.
It’s not an overestimation to say that Latino storytelling in the U.S. owes plenty to what Valdez did with his Teatro Campesino, a community theater company initially tied to the United Farm Workers movement and Cesar Chavez, and later on as a director on theater’s biggest stages, as well as in Hollywood with the landmark film “La Bamba.” Alvarado does the leg work for the viewer in defining the Chicano identity crucial to approaching Valdez’s body of work, as an interstitial worldview that took shape in the U.S. among people of Mexican descent. Finding themselves otherized and vulnerable in the only land they’d ever known, they defined themselves instead. They are not recent immigrants but American individuals, born and raised, who still treasure a connection to their ethnic background.
A point that Valdez reiterates throughout his interview segments, as do some other voices in a parade of legends, is that Chicanos are part of America’s story, not separate from it. Born in Delano, California to a family of farm workers, Valdez grew up looking up to his older brother Frank, who had decided to pursue the American dream by way of education. But Valdez found his calling early on in the arts, realizing that live performance could impact audiences profoundly. Combined with his activism in defense of workers’ rights, these experiences shaped Valdez into a politically conscious artist.
Others interviewees include Oscar-winning filmmaker Taylor Hackford, actor Lou Diamond Phillips and tireless labor leader Dolores Huerta, an icon in her own right — all sharing their thoughts on Valdez’s offbeat artistic propositions that confronted injustice and the white perception of Chicanos. His televised play, “Los Vendidos (The Sellouts),” which cleverly closes out the documentary, depicts a store where a person can buy different versions of Mexican automatons. There’s an Indigenous couple, a stereotypical sombrero man, but also a dressed-up, neatly groomed young man wearing glasses. The character depicts the idealized version of a Mexican American, one who aspires to be seen in the same light as a white man.
Amid the chronological retelling of anecdotes and landmark events in Valdez’s storied career, Alvarado also illuminates the elderly master’s personal wounds. Valdez’s relationship to language occupies substantial real estate. That people assumed he couldn’t speak English based on his physical appearance motivated him to study literature. Yet, instead of subverting his true self, he deployed the spoken word to assert his lack of interest in fitting in. Olmos’ pachuco in “Zoot Suit” speaks in Chicano slang known as Caló, a mix of English and Spanish that employs its own collection of terms, like the word “rasquachi.” It describes something that may not be aesthetically pristine, but derives value through resourcefulness and resilience.
Meanwhile, brotherhood emerges as the emotional driving force behind Valdez’s vision, and not only because his younger sibling Danny Valdez was a creative accomplice on multiple ventures, most notably “La Bamba.” Chief among his painful memories is a longstanding schism with Frank Valdez, who later sought to dismiss and forget his upbringing among Mexican frameworks in order to fully assimilate into the mainstream.
Alvarado’s doc is standard in construction but lively in tone, reflecting his subject’s engagement with the sociopolitical challenges faced by Chicanos in the 20th century. Valdez didn’t create from a place of self-pity or victimhood, but with a bit of chip on his shoulder — eager to prove wrong those who underestimated him based on his background. One wonders then if Alvarado could have created satirical vignettes in the spirit of Valdez’s Chicano theater pieces to complement his storytelling or expand it, as director Travis Gutiérrez Senger did in his Chicano art group study “ASCO: Without Permission.”
Valdez grasped that assimilation for Chicanos, as understood by the white majority, didn’t mean integrating with American society on their own terms, but to accept the erasure of their family’s origin. The U.S. demanded (and seems to be doing so again) that Mexican Americans choose a side: either be discriminated against for speaking Spanish or retaining any culturally specific traditions, or follow the status quo, with the promise that they’ll be accepted. As Alvarado explores repeatedly, Valdez rejected that pathway, instead honing his indigenous roots, and dedicating his life to exalting those who, like him, exist in the in-between.
As much as the doc is explicitly celebratory, its existence is inherently a political statement, just like Valdez’s oeuvre. To spotlight a Mexican American pioneer who still stands proud in all the nuances of his identity feels necessarily defiant — especially in 2026.
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