In all seriousness, I think some Cri Cri would be good for a kid’s movie since I don’t believe one hears of him in the U.S.

Throw in Luis Miguel, Maná and el Komander, and you got yourself a good movie.

One evening, my family and I were heading back home to Tijuana from a trip to San Diego. My mom was driving, my aunt was in the front passenger seat, and in the back it was my cousin, my grandmother and I.