After a darkly comedic and psychedelic meditation on censorship and race in late ’60s Brazil (see: Macunaima), we refuse to pay a $7 cover for the privilege of drinking in the closest watering hole, a pirate-themed bar. And forget about $10 for the light bulb-themed bar. The all ages-themed bar is free, but being surrounded by all that youth comes with a price. So how about a spotless bar blaring banda, a hand-drawn illustration of hot tamales (a cauldron of steam atop two burning sticks) and dried sting ray whose pointy bits are accessorized with miniature plastic cowboy boots? We split our sides thinking about the long-winded city councilman and his elaborately calligraphed proclamations presented to the film’s central star.
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