Consider the setting. We are in Mexico. A wildly popular Jewish thespian with a track record of infidelity falls flat dead at a party. In accordance with Jewish custom, the party revelers and his family "sit Shiva," a seven day period of mourning in which the deceased's loved ones cover all mirrors, adhere strictly to kosher dietary laws, and shun things like medical care. I won't say more than just that the fireworks begin when the mistress of the dead thespian arrives. Our primary focus is how the daughter and son of the deceased react to the "other woman," an attractive lady in her own right. The storyline is an inspired concept
but it falls as flat dead as the thespian. While it is a humorous way of introducing us to a unique ceremony in a unique setting---complete with a Mariachi band in the last segment---the whole film comes off as a mildly funny soap opera. Not in the league of MY BIG FAT Greek WEDDING, but may find a welcome niche audience. AfroPixFlix prods two lonely forks here
just enough to make sure this thing is dead.
Review of My Mexican Shivah
