Que Pasa, Cane?

Well, Cane debuted last night. It didn't take more than 45 minutes to turn Jimmy Smits, as the scion of a rum-making Cuban American family, into a murderer. The coming attractions seem to herald his transformation into serial murderer. All of which is not as much of a smear as it would seem, once you take into account the present moral compass of our society. Nor does Jimmy Smit's appearance bother me. Although to me the Cuban type, the white variety, consists of almost black hair and very fair skin, we come in all shapes and sizes. And face it, after Al Pacino's barrio accent, I can tolerate almost anything. Problem is that it was just plain bad: poor man's Godfather with a more than healthy serving of Dynasty mixed in. This one doesn't make it through the season.

A suggestion for TV studios, if you ever want to make a real series about Cuban Americans, dust off the old Que Pasa, Usa? and update it. Nah, if you don't have murder, treachery, sex, drugs, etc... no one will watch it.

I was reminded of the show by Frances Martel in a pretty interesting article in which she interviews Paul Bouche of A Oscuras Pero Encendidos fame, if that is the right word. While I am no fan of Spanish language TV, she raises an interesting point about the use of the double entendre. Read it here.