by Jorge Molina
A couple of months ago I wrote a piece for this site about feeling seen, in a way I hadn't before, onscreen. Coco and Call Me by Your Name perfectly captured two different parts of my identity. Fast forward to Sunday’s 90th Academy Awards. Both of those movies deservedly won statues. More surprisingly a never ending parade of queer and Latino moments made me feel, yet again, that someone like myself has a place in the biggest stage in the world...
Figure skater Adam Rippon wears a leather harness on the red carpet, bringing an object of deep gay fetishistic meaning into a room where the phrase “Who are you wearing?” was originated.
Eiza González, even with her heavily Americanized accent, presents an award with Ansel Elgort. But for me she will always be Lola, the star of the Mexican pre-teen telenovelas that I would religiously watch after school every day.
Eugenio Derbez, considered one of the best comics in Mexico and director of the highest-grossing Spanish-language film in the U.S., presents the Best Original Song performance from Coco. Gael García Bernal sings through guitar strings, as the stage opens and Miguel and Natalia LaFourcade (whose songs colored my middle school years) perform a bilingual version of “Remember Me” as traditional Oaxacan dancers explode in color behind them. Day of the Dead imagery paints the Dolby Theater. My heart soars.
Rita Moreno, wearing the same dress she wore in 1962 when she became the first Latina to win an Oscar, dances her way to present Best Foreign Language Film. The award goes to Chile’s A Fantastic Woman, a film lead by a trans woman that puts her narrative in the center. It’s the first moment of the night where queerness and Latino-ness crossed paths. It won’t be the last.
The cast of Star Wars comes on stage to present Best Animated Feature. As Oscar Isaac, of Guatemalan descent, reads Coco as the winner, he shouts “Viva Latinoamerica.” The team behind the movie, which include an all-Latino voice cast, walk to the mic. Producer Darla K. Anderson thanks her wife. Co-director Adrian Molina thanks his husband. Lee Unkrich thanks Mexico for being an inspiration. I try to take in that a gay Latino in ons the Oscar stage for a movie that celebrates his home country, and he got to thank his same-sex partner. I’m still trying to take it in.
Daniela Vega returns to stage. After asking everyone in the room to feel the love around them, she introduces Sufjan Steven’s performance of “Mystery of Love”, nominee from Call Me by Your Name. Gay and Latino combine once more.
Human ray of light Gina Rodriguez presents an award with human snack Tom Holland.
Salma Hayek walks on stage alongside Ashley Judd and Annabella Sciorra to present a special segment devoted to diversity in film, and the Time’s Up movement. I am reminded that one of the many faces of this groundbreaking moment is arguably the most famous Mexican woman on the planet.
Lin-Manuel Miranda presents Best Original Song to Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez, who wrote “Remember Me” from Coco. The animated movie about Dia de los Muertos now has two Oscars.
Emma Stone presents Best Director to the frontrunner of the night, Guillermo del Toro. With this win, the Best Director trophy has gone to a Mexican director four out of the last five years. Del Toro is the last of the friends who dubbed themselves "the Three Amigos" (del Toro, Iñárritu, and Cuarón) to get one. They were all nominated for the 2006 Oscars, but none of them won. Today, all three have Oscars, and their films have won a combined 25 statues.
Finally, the most open Best Picture competition in recent memory race ends with The Shape of Water taking home the gold. Del Toro gets on stage again. He dedicates this award to outsiders, to people that dare to dream about monsters, to people that want to make movies.
“Everyone that is dreaming of using fantasy to tell the stories about things that are real in the world today, you can do it. This is the door. Kick it open and come in.”
- Guillermo del Toro
I am a queer Latino man. Not only has there always been a door in front of people like me (queer people, Latinx people) to cross over mainstream entertainment. But personally, there has been a bigger, thicker door in between those two parts of myself. Last night, I saw them intermingle. I saw Rita Moreno hand an award to Daniela Vega. I saw Daniela Vega introduce a queer-themed anthem. I saw a Mexican director thank his husband, and another Mexican director thank his monsters, and another director thank Mexico.
Not only were they existing in peace, they were being celebrated. That was the door. They kicked it open. I’m coming in.