Gael García Bernal Casts a Spell in Queer Wrestling Biopic Cassandro

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Gael García Bernal Casts a Spell in Queer Wrestling Biopic Cassandro

In a dark stadium, an empty alleyway, a trashed and red-washed hotel room, a slight wrestler feels the weight of the odds stacked against him. Whether it’s homophobia, abandonment or grief, his approach remains the same: Use his opponent as a ladder. The crueler they are, the higher he goes, buoyed by the sheer determination that his own star will shine so brightly that others may as well revel in his light. If he believes in his own freedom fiercely enough, maybe everyone else will, too. In Roger Ross Williams’ triumphant narrative feature debut Cassandro, such a star rises in the shape of certified charmer Gael García Bernal playing Saúl Armendáriz, better known as real-life luchador Cassandro, the exótico who first toppled the hierarchy of heterosexuality in 1980s lucha libre wrestling.

The film picks up at the beginnings of Saúl’s journey to stardom. He’s the spry but mousy El Topo, a masked luchador who’s been fighting in tiny Juárez venues for a few years and just can’t convince any of his fellow, much larger wrestlers to take him seriously. It’s not that Saúl harbors too many illusions about himself or his prowess; it’s just that he wants to give the audience a show. He longs for the visual poetry he sees in other matches—especially in the performances of the collectively-despised exóticos, unmasked feminine and gay-coded male wrestlers who exist to antagonize the crowd. Here, director of photography Matías Penachino first begins to create the ring as a space of fantasy, slowly panning across the venue as Saúl watches the flamboyant, lyrical performance of an exótico swishing his long skirt and throwing his match. This bright, hypnotic spotlight is where Saúl wants to be, but he has no desire to constantly, bold-facedly lose.

Back in El Paso, Saúl lives quietly as the only son to his heartbroken but devoted single mother (a naturalistic, expressive Perla de la Rosa). Their relationship is complicated and realistic; she encourages that one day he’ll find a good boy that he can take care of, but pines after Saúl’s missing father and resents her son’s ostentatiousness for driving him away. Through flashbacks, his young and wide-eyed self clings to his father, a gruff, faceless man who introduced him to the magic of luchadores but whose love of Jesus prohibited him from accepting his son. This same piousness doesn’t stop him from having an extramarital affair with Saúl’s mother, but Saúl doesn’t dwell on that, instead supporting his mother as best he can while refusing to stuff himself back into the closet.

As it turns out, repackaging this childhood sadness is Saúl’s superpower. Instead of discarding wrestling or his queerness, he starts to ascend by shedding the macho stature of the typical protagonist luchador and leaning into a performance of sly, wily limp-wristedness. In a particularly successful costume and narrative choice, Saúl transforms one of his mother’s more audacious leopard-print blouses into his superhero armor, sewing and stoning it until he’s time-traveling to his mother’s past as the other woman. When he steps into the ring as Cassandro, made-up and lycra-ed to high heavens, he’s an impervious version of her, encouraging the crowd’s booing and quickly winning them over with an exuberant and winking stage presence. As Cassandro flips into increasingly compromising and salacious positions, all with a cool nonchalance and shit-eating grin, the audience starts to rally behind him, and the promoters in the crowd take notice.

Williams’ direction takes two distinct styles for the film, shuffling between a softer approach to Saúl’s introspective puzzling through his inner life, and the explosive, hard-hitting fun of the ring. The softer side of Saúl is engaging and compassionate, but the matches are where the entire film comes to life. Perfect needle drops (Celia Cruz’s cover of “I Will Survive,” Blondie’s “Call Me” and Baccara’s “Yes Sir, I Can Boogie,” being particular winners), showstopping slowed frames where García Bernal seems to command the light, and impressive, physically demanding fight choreography combine to mirror the spell that Cassandro casts over his former adversaries. These sequences never overstay their welcome, but their brevity sometimes puts harsher scrutiny on the by-contrast ambling pace of Saúl’s restrained interpersonal relationships.

García Bernal is no stranger to iconic queer film roles (Bad Education and Y tu mamá también have long cemented his adeptness in the canon), but fans of queer Mexican American media will be thrilled to see other familiar faces in hefty supporting roles. Roberta Colindrez (Vida, A League of Their Own, I Love Dick) claims second billing as Sabrina, the trainer and fellow wrestler who challenges Saúl to explore his exótico potential, and Raúl Castillo (We The Animals, Looking, also Vida) is Saúl’s closeted, married lover who can’t reconcile his longing for Saúl with Cassandro’s rising stardom. While Castillo is always magnetic and soulful, Colindrez and García Bernal’s chemistry sings with the most possibility. Saúl is vulnerable and ambitious with Sabrina, and she encourages him rather than shutting him down. They train, celebrate, dance and grieve together, forming a partnership that barrels through what should be gargantuan obstacles with pure faith in each other. Hopefully, this is just the start of the centered, charismatic Colindrez’s journey toward higher billing on the big screen, especially in such visually striking and meaningful projects. Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, better known as Bad Bunny, plays a somewhat ineffectual supporting role as a promoter’s drug-dealing son, but hey, if that brings more people to Cassandro, what’s the harm?

The real Cassandro is the subject of one of Academy Award-winning Williams’ previous documentary projects, and while his billowing mane isn’t quite captured by García Bernal’s bleach job, the film does use Williams’ intimate knowledge—and an impressive roster of Mexican American film workers—to pay a complex, thoughtful and warm homage to Cassandro’s person and shaping of the landscape. Though it’s not the crux of the film, the script does briefly touch on the possible cynicism of a gay wrestler finally rising to the top as soon as a capitalist (especially a white American capitalist) takes notice that f**gotry is en vogue, but it also presents the sincere value of femininity and flamboyance. The statement “exóticos never win” is an obvious parallel for the path Saúl’s life was supposed to take, but thankfully for us, Cassandro is just too strong of a fighter to let that take him down.

Director: Roger Ross Williams
Writer: Roger Ross Williams, David Teague
Starring: Gael García Bernal, Roberta Colindrez, Perla De La Rosa, Joaquín Cosío, Raúl Castillo
Release Date: January 20, 2023 (Sundance)

Shayna Maci Warner (@bernieteeters) is a Brooklyn-based film programmer, preservationist and GLAAD-awarded critical queer. Their words on queer feelings and films appear in Autostraddle, The Film Stage and Film Cred, among others, and they write a horny newsletter about the girls and gays that make movies worth watching. You can summon her by yodeling “Desert Hearts was robbed!” into the sunset.

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