Michael --

I caught up with "Y Tu Mama Tambien."  I liked it (especially the heroine's breasts--perhaps the best natural (?) pair I can remember in a film).

However, as the days have gone by since I saw it, I find the film's theme sticks a bit in my craw.  If I am reading it right, the film is saying that Mexico's problems are the result of the Mexican elite, who--boiling over with homoerotic tendencies that their "macho" code won't let them express--end up "fucking over" everybody else (the poor, the women who tend to the macho men so faithfully) and, of course, are destined to end their days as pathetic, deeply compromised fucks.  

Somehow this reminds me of "American Beauty" and various other films in which gay writers express their apparently deeply held opinion that the only true love is homo love, and if hetero men were just honest enough, they would all turn homo. (Didn't that book you sent me ages ago, "Crackers," have a rather funny chapter on the delusions of grandeur of the Village Voice homo crowd?) 

Also, it seemed rather "inorganic" (story-wise) that the two friends who had spent the night in a threesome couldn't handle the concept; I would have thought it more likely that they would have just made some jokes about it and gotten on with their lives.  So my final comment is that the film had the makings of greatness, but it was sacrificed to a rather small-minded judgmentalness.
 
What think you? 

Cheers,
Friedrich