Chupacabra Creature Feature Chupa Is Friendly, But Anemic

Jonás Cuarón stretches his director’s wings away from papa Alfonso with Netflix’s Mexican coming-of-age tale, Chupa. It’s a fantasy comedy about huggable, lovable chupacabras–hence the nickname title that’s drawn a bit of translation humor–directed at adolescent audiences. Its special effects aren’t groundbreaking, but they nail Chupa’s adorableness as we learn about the importance of heritage and the despicableness of disrespectful outsiders. There’s nothing narratively unique, yet backyard luchador rings and snuggles from not-so-ferocious urban legends are enough to sell the cultural significance of Cuarón’s spirit-lifter. It’ll mean the world to specific audiences, and that’s why representation remains a cause worth championing in today’s cinematic landscape.
Alex (Evan Whitten) lives in Kansas City with his single mother, trying to assimilate with other American children instead of cherishing his Mexican roots. He barely speaks Spanish, asks for “normal” dinners instead of barbeque tacos, and plays his Game Boy to escape reality. That’s until he takes a trip to Mexico to stay with his forgetful grandfather Chava (Demián Bichir), lucha-loving cousin Memo (Nickolas Verdugo), and musician cousin Luna (Ashley Ciarra). Alex is hesitant about meeting family members he’s been disconnected from since his father’s death, but that all changes when Chava’s clan bands together to protect a mythical chupacabra cub from American scientist Richard Quinn (Christian Slater), who wants Chupa’s blood for profitable medical reasons.
On the spectrum of wholesome releases, from rich Pixar explorations to made-for-TV family matters, Chupa puts simple children’s storytelling first. Chava’s very serious absentmindedness stays surface-level as a subplot, as does American pharmaceutical corporations paying urban legend hunters. Alex’s confrontation with his heritage and the lessons learned are delivered in neon lights—taught, inadvertently of course, by Chupa. You’ll get your pleasurable moments of Chupa learning to fly like a four-legged luchador and your confrontations between Chava and Quinn that stay appropriately PG. It’s enough to get by, yet underserves any dramatic heft.