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The portrayal of Mexico is a caricature, riddled with lazy stereotypes - other than the mum saying her son teacher was missing - so it covers a couple of violent headline news, but far from a full critic of why it happens. The fact that not a single Mexican actor graces the screen, a slap in the face to a rich culture and talented performers dealing with difficult themes.

The music? An offensive assault on the ears. It's as if the composers Googled "Mexican music" and slapped together the first five results. No soul, no nuance, just a jarring cacophony. Sorry but "hasta mi pinche vulva te extraña" is so cringey in spanish!

And the trans representation? The film reduces a complex and nuanced identity to a cheap plot device, lacking any genuine depth or respect into a couple of poorly written songs about "de pene a vagina".

"Emilia Pérez" is not just a bad movie, it's an insult.