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Essay: Decoding Bad Bunny’s triumphantly Puerto Rican Super Bowl halftime show

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Essay: Decoding Bad Bunny’s triumphantly Puerto Rican Super Bowl halftime show

Thanks to Bad Bunny, it’s been a banner month for us Puerto Ricans.

Coming off the heels of his emotional, history-making Grammy win for album of the year, which made it the first time an all Spanish-language album has won the category, Bad Bunny continued to break ground on Sunday with his Super Bowl halftime performance.

As Latines in the United States, we’re still struggling to be properly and proportionately represented in Hollywood, politics and in the music industry, where Latin artists have been historically boxed into smaller roles, limited to exotic window dressing in the anglophone-dominated landscape of American pop. But through Bad Bunny, Puerto Rico had something to say: He tapped into his unique star power with his zeitgeist-defining magnum opus, his 2025 album “Debí Tirar Más Fotos.” Then, at the Super Bowl, he used a platform usually reserved for bombastic shows of U.S. patriotism to ensure that Puerto Rico, along with many other nations and territories that make up the Americas, would be celebrated, even as we are routinely being denigrated by American conservatives.

Sports have a rich history in Puerto Rico, from boxing to baseball — but with the exception of Super Bowl Sunday, American football doesn’t typically reach us. My parents, who have never watched a football game in their lives, excitedly watched back home on the island, while I, over a thousand miles away, watched from my freezing New York City apartment with my partner, wishing we were basking in the warmth of the Isla Del Encanto. But it didn’t matter where we were watching, as boricuas — and Latines — were united.

(Eric Thayer / Los Angeles Times)

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The Instagram stories on my feed were filled with Puerto Ricans and other Latines hosting watch parties, taking in this much-needed moment of sheer joy during a treacherous time when speaking in our native language, or being a brown-skinned person is enough of a risk factor in being abducted by ICE. Having had the privilege of seeing Bad Bunny at the Choliseo during his residency in San Juan last August, I knew this performance would not only be an impactful homage to my island, but the Super Bowl halftime show carried an underlying, defiant message, that no matter how much conservatives prop up hatred and fear-mongering toward Latines and immigrants, nothing will stop us from being proud of our roots.

And Bad Bunny’s performance literally started straight from the roots. Levi’s Stadium was transformed into a labyrinthine sugarcane field, perhaps as a nod to Central San Vicente, the first sugarcane refinery in Puerto Rico, established in 1873 in Bad Bunny’s hometown of Vega Baja. Opening the show was an acoustic guitarist donning traditional jíbaro clothing — a straw pava hat and white linen — whose words, “qué rico es ser Latino,” established instant solidarity with Latinos all over the world.

While launching into his 2022 dembow-trap hit, “Titi Me Preguntó,” Bad Bunny walked the cameras through the makeshift sugar cane field, which was tilled by dancers dressed as jíbaros. He was decked out in a custom all-white outfit, featuring a jersey bearing his mother’s last name, Ocasio, and the number 64, which is the number his uncle once wore as a football player.

Bad Bunny’s set was staged with many scenes from working-class life in Puerto Rico: a coconut stand, a piraguero, old men playing dominoes, manicurists, baddies, construction workers and a jeweler who buys back “oro y plata.” These scenes served as reminders that Puerto Rican music wasn’t made by and for the elite, but forged by everyday people with limited resources.

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Everything about the performance was a wink to the Puerto Rico I grew up in: from the skirts worn by the backup dancers, reminiscent of Taíno taparrabos, to the temperamental power grids, and the garita, or the lookout tower inspired by Old San Juan. During the staged wedding sequence, I saw myself in the tired child napping over two chairs, waiting for the adults to wind down the party so I could go home to my own bed.

We’d seen the famously star-studded house, or the casita, in both his San Juan residency and international tour run, which was duly brought back for the halftime show. The Super Bowl edition of the casita was filled with Latinx pop culture icons like Cardi B, Pedro Pascal, Jessica Alba, Karol G, Ronald Acuña Jr. and Young Miko. But there was another set that was vital for this performance: a New York City backdrop that included a bodega, a barbershop and a bar modeled after Toñitas, a famous Caribbean social club in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

Bad Bunny not only name-dropped Toñitas in “NUEVAYoL,” but its owner and namesake, María Antonia “Toñita” Cay, made a cameo during the halftime show from behind the bar — serving him a shot. Since the 1970s, Toñitas has become a symbol of resistance amid growing gentrification in the neighborhood, where businesses owned by people of color have been shuttered and longtime Williamsburg residents pushed out by exorbitant rent hikes. It’s a rare safe space for Latines in the city, one where anyone is welcome, but unmistakably ours. As one of many Puerto Ricans who’ve relocated to New York City, it meant a lot that Bad Bunny paid tribute to boricuas in the diaspora, showing that this moment is, too, for those who carry our pride far from home.

Yet unlike Bad Bunny’s first Super Bowl appearance — back in 2020 for Shakira and Jennifer Lopez’s joint headlining performance — this wasn’t an all-Latinx affair. Lady Gaga, who shared a touching moment with Benito at the Grammys, surfaced for a surprise salsa rendition of her collaborative hit with Bruno Mars, “Die With a Smile,” accompanied by Los Sobrinos. She had her own nod to the island with a brooch of a Flor de Maga, Puerto Rico’s national flower.

Bad Bunny dances with Lady Gaga during his Super Bowl halftime show.

(Lynne Sladky / Associated Press)

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While it feels like a loss to omit Bruno Mars (who is of Puerto Rican descent), it’s understandable why Bad Bunny chose Lady Gaga as the only non-Latinx person to perform during the set. Not only is Bad Bunny a longtime Gaga fan himself, but they have both used their platforms to champion trans and queer rights. It’s evident she feels a kinship with Bad Bunny not just for dedicating his career to fighting for the same rights she did, but also for creating opportunities for marginalized people in the face of conservative backlash. While speaking to the press after the Grammys, she raved about how lucky we are to have a musical leader like Bad Bunny speak up for “what is true and what is right.”

Surprisingly, though, one of the most powerful political moments from the halftime show didn’t come from Bad Bunny, but rather from another Puerto Rican icon: Ricky Martin.

Martin, who made himself a household name in the States with English-language songs like “Livin’ La Vida Loca” and “She Bangs,” never tried to posit himself as a revolutionary. But sitting in a plastic chair modeled after theDTMF” album cover, he sang an impassioned rendition of Bad Bunny’s protest song “Lo Que Le Pasó a Hawaii” — in which he warns that Puerto Rico could face the same whitewashing that Hawaii experienced upon becoming a U.S. state, citing the privatization of our beaches and the gentrification of our hometowns as threats to our culture’s legacy.

Seeing Bad Bunny emerge with our original flag moments later only drove the pro-independence sentiment further; woven in a shade of baby blue, this version of the Puerto Rican flag was created to represent the island’s independence from Spain, but was outlawed from 1898 to 1957 once the island became a U.S. territory.

Bad Bunny carries the original Puerto Rican flag during the Super Bowl LX halftime show.

Bad Bunny carries the original Puerto Rican flag Sunday during the Super Bowl LX halftime show at Levi’s Stadium in Santa Clara, Calif.

(Eric Thayer / Los Angeles Times)

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The average Super Bowl viewer may not know about the light-blue flag, or understand the words behind the heartbreaking song about the perils of being a colony. But for those native Puerto Ricans watching, it was a triumphant reminder that Puerto Rico no se vende. It is not a tax haven for gringos, nor is it a “floating island of garbage”; it’s a gem that needs to be nurtured for generations to come. And to Puerto Ricans like me, that will never be achieved through U.S. statehood.

Because Puerto Rico is a colony, its citizens cannot vote in presidential elections, but it is still affected by the U.S. government. The island’s governor, Jenniffer González Colón, is a staunch supporter of President Trump who pushes conservative values — such as banning gender-affirmative care for trans Puerto Ricans under 21 and approving a law that grants personhood to fetuses from conception. It’s been difficult for Puerto Ricans to feel like we’re being heard when we’re trapped in a political situation we didn’t ask for.

When Bad Bunny was announced as this year’s performer, conservatives voiced their opposition on Fox News and social media, designating themselves as the true judges of who’s “American enough” to perform at the Super Bowl. They seemingly forgot that the U.S. has occupied Puerto Rico for over a century — and that performing in a language besides English doesn’t make Bad Bunny any less of a citizen of this country.

The right tried, and failed, to draw attention elsewhere, with conservative group Turning Point USA organizing an “All-American Halftime Show” headlined by Kid Rock and featuring additional performances by MAGA-friendly country acts like Brantley Gilbert, Lee Brice and Gabby Barrett. While it drew in 6.1 million concurrent viewers, that number paled in comparison to the 135 million viewers who tuned in to Bad Bunny’s halftime show, according to initial reports from NBC and CBS News.

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But there was one moment during the performance that stuck with me, when Bad Bunny gave an impassioned motivational speech in Spanish, urging the audience to recognize their worth.

“My name is Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio. And I’m here at the Super Bowl 60 because I never stopped believing in myself — and you should also believe in yourself,” he said in Spanish. “You’re more valuable than you think. Believe it.”

As agents of the federal government continue to kidnap immigrants and place them in what have effectively become concentration camps — taking the dignity of those who’ve left their homes behind searching for a better life, only to render their hard work and assimilation as worthless — Bad Bunny’s halftime show felt like a call to make us even louder and prouder. The U.S. can no longer deny us Puerto Ricans and Latines of our value; its time we act like it. It’s time we move forward with love for ourselves and our communities, no matter how much hate and fear they try to lodge into us.

After all, as Bad Bunny put it at the halftime show: “The only thing more powerful than hate is love.”

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Reminders of Him Movie Review: A thoughtful look at guilt, loss and second chances

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Story: After serving a prison sentence, Kenna returns to her hometown hoping to rebuild her life and meet the daughter she has never known. As the child’s grandparents refuse to forgive her, Kenna finds an unexpected ally in Ledger.Review: ‘Reminders of Him’ carries the weight of expectation that often follows adaptations of novels by Colleen Hoover. Hoover’s books have an enormous following, and any screen version inevitably carries the hopes of readers who already have an emotional relationship with the story. The film stays close to the spirit of the novel, focusing on grief, regret, and the possibility of rebuilding a life after a life-altering mistake. Caswill presents a drama that moves through heavy emotions without turning the film into a spectacle of suffering. The story is intimate and restrained, though it sometimes struggles to escape the familiar patterns of contemporary romantic dramas. Still, the film finds enough sincerity in its central idea to remain engaging.The film revolves around Kenna (Maika Monroe), a young woman who returns to her hometown after serving a seven-year prison sentence connected to a tragic accident that killed her boyfriend, Scotty (Rudy Pankow). During the years she spent in prison, Kenna gave birth to a daughter, Diem, whom she has never been able to meet. Diem (Zoe Kosovic) is now being raised by Scotty’s parents, Grace (Lauren Graham) and Patrick Landry (Bradley Whitford). The Landrys want nothing to do with Kenna and are determined to keep her away from the girl. Kenna’s only unexpected ally turns out to be Ledger (Tyriq Withers), Scotty’s close friend. As their relationship grows more complicated, Kenna tries to prove that she deserves a place in her daughter’s life, even as the town continues to view her only through the memory of the accident.Caswill approaches the material with a steady and gentle style. The film avoids heightened drama and instead spends most of its time observing how guilt and resentment shape everyday interactions. Conversations shown in the film carry much of the emotional weight, and the story often unfolds in small moments. It’s a film that does not believe in confrontation, and it is largely absent in the film. This approach works well in the early stretches, where the tension between characters feels believable. However, the screenplay sometimes resorts to convenient developments that make the journey feel smoother than it probably should be. Some conflicts resolve too neatly, yet the film’s focus on forgiveness gives the story its moral compass.Monroe carries the story with a restrained portrayal of Kenna, avoiding exaggerated displays of grief. She plays the character as someone who has spent years learning how to live quietly with the consequences of her actions. Her expressions often reveal more than the dialogue, and that understatement works well for a character who feels she has already said too much in life. Withers brings warmth to Ledger, presenting him as a man caught between loyalty to the Landry family and a growing understanding of Kenna’s pain. Graham and Whitford give the Landrys emotional credibility; their resistance toward Kenna comes across as something rooted in genuine heartbreak.‘Reminders of Him’ reveals both its strengths and its limits. The story’s central idea, that people can attempt to rebuild their lives even after causing deep harm, is handled with care, but the path toward that message sometimes feels familiar. Caswill’s direction keeps the film sincere, and the performances prevent it from slipping into emotional excess. This is a soothing film that is earnest and watchable, carried by thoughtful acting and a clear emotional purpose. It suggests that forgiveness often arrives slowly and that rebuilding trust can be a far longer journey than losing it. This film does not turn the wheel in its genre, but the gentle pace and tone have a certain appeal.

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Review: Under the volcano, a city converses with its past in the haunting ‘Pompei: Below the Clouds’

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In Naples, Italy, the past isn’t relegated to what’s behind us. In its crumbled, ancient majesty, the past is quite visible. And when it comes to the legacy of Mount Vesuvius — able to change the sky and move the earth — history encompasses all that’s above and plenty that’s subterranean, too.

The notion of Naples as a place in perpetual contact with its ghostly, grand history, whether you’re a citizen living on top of it or a visitor passing through, is what gives Gianfranco Rosi’s patient, eccentric documentary “Pompei: Below the Clouds” its strangely beautiful atmosphere of reflection and restlessness. Like a cagey docent who would rather guide your attention than talk your ear off, Rosi (“Fire at Sea”) trusts your own curiosity, in turn bringing thoughtful life to this city portrait of people and places.

The result — from the tunnels carved out by tomb robbers to the trains that run day and night — is a cinematic gift for the senses and specifically, to paraphrase one of the more philosophical characters, about our understanding of time’s ability to both preserve and destroy.

Shot in richly textured black and white with a fixed camera, Rosi makes the region’s present look as if it’s always teetering on the edge of a haunting archival status. He returns often to an empty, dilapidated cinema projecting the past (snatches of the silent “The Last Days of Pompeii,” Rossellini’s “Journey to Italy” and older documentaries) as if seeking kinship with earlier chroniclers. And maybe to gently remind us that moviegoing is as endangered by shifting sensibilities as are people who live in the shadow of a volcano, one whose AD 79 eruption is a civilizational marker nobody there can truly escape.

The company Rosi seeks out all seem to be stewards of that connection, whether to the weight of history or each other. There’s the lab-coated museum curator who treats statues in underground storage as dignified friends worth revisiting. A Japanese archaeological crew amid ruins and scaffolding is eager to meet undiscovered victims of Pompeii’s devastation. Even the prosecutor touring a buried villa that’s become a crime scene, illegally stripped of its frescoes, bemoans what’s been lost when thieves rob a people of their ancestors’ memories.

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Meanwhile, dedicated fire department operators answer every Neapolitan’s phoned-in worry, primarily about the threat posed by their biggest, oldest neighbor, whose every belch of smoke and gas (a favorite insert shot of Rosi’s) is its own warning that time is precious. To the Syrian sailors transporting grain from Odessa, however, docking in Naples is a respite compared to the danger in their homeland and the war in Ukraine. For abiding calm and a belief in the future, there are drop-ins with veteran teacher Titti — the movie’s most endearing figure — who runs an after-school tutoring center for local schoolchildren.

There’s an intimate breadth to the warp, woof and weave of “Pompei: Below the Clouds,” which is masterfully edited by Fabrizio Federico and boasts an enveloping score by “The Brutalist” Oscar winner Daniel Blumberg. Just don’t expect to know Naples by the end. Rosi’s artistry grasps the limitations of being a long-term guest, visually juxtaposing the ancient and elemental, busts and people. Absorbing this well-chosen album is a treat, and a chance to appreciate the delicate mortality that thrives in a place simultaneously enormous, eternal and ephemeral.

‘Pompei: Below the Clouds’

In Italian, English, Arabic and Japanese, with subtitles

Not rated

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Running time: 1 hour, 55 minutes

Playing: Opens Friday, March 13 at Laemmle Royal

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‘Late Shift’ movie review: Leonie Benesch’s Sisyphean ward of one

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A still from ‘Late Shift’
| Photo Credit: Zodiac Pictures Ltd

A camera glides down a hospital corridor while a nurse moves fast enough that the fluorescent lights seem to blur behind her. Someone is waiting for test results that will probably change their life. Someone else wants tea. A trainee is panicking. Some infernal machine is beeping relentlessly somewhere out of sight. Drop into these opening minutes cold, and you might reasonably assume Dr Robbie or some equally sleep-deprived resident of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre is about to round the corner with a sarcastic aside and a chart that’s already overdue. Still, the resemblance lasts just long enough to be amusing before Petra Volpe’s Late Shift makes its intentions clear. This is certainly not a Swiss spinoff of The Pitt, but Volpe uses the grammar of that genre as a starting point and strips away its episodic escalation in favour of a slow, exhausting accumulation of routine tasks that gradually expose how fragile the entire system actually is.

The filmmaker’s earlier feature, The Divine Order, explored Swiss social change through a buoyant historical comedy, but she now moves in the opposite direction here, with a story that transpires almost entirely over one punishing evening in a Zurich surgical ward. The screenplay draws inspiration from German nurse Madeline Calvelage’s nonfiction account of hospital life, and the premise could not be simpler: a nurse arrives for the late shift and discovers that the ward is operating with barely enough staff to function.

Late Shift (German)

Director: Petra Volpe

Cast: Leonie Benesch, Sonja Riesen, Selma Aldin, Jasmin Mattei, Jürg Plüss

Runtime: 90 minutes

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Storyline: A dedicated nurse, tirelessly serves in an understaffed hospital ward. However, one day her shift becomes a tense and urgent race against the clock

Switzerland later selected the film as its submission for the International Feature category at the 98th Academy Awards, which places Leonie Benesch at the centre of a career stretch defined by characters who keep their composure while institutions around them wobble. Benesch became widely recognised through Germany’s 2023 Oscar submission The Teachers’ Lounge, where she played a teacher navigating a spiralling school scandal, then stepped into the broadcast room chaos of the Munich Olympics drama September 5, and earlier appeared in The Crown. Now, with Late Shift, Benesch turns those instincts into something close to a workplace pressure cooker.

The film unfolds through a chain reaction of ordinary tasks that gradually become overwhelming. Twenty-six patients require attention, and the ward operates with two nurses and a trainee who still hesitates before every decision. One elderly man waits for a cancer diagnosis that a doctor has no time to deliver. A dying woman’s sons hover in the corridor, demanding updates. A young mother with cancer wonders whether treatment still holds meaning. A businessman in a private room calculates his hospital fees in the currency of prompt service and grows irritated when his tea arrives late. Benesch’s Floria moves from room to room, absorbing each request while supervising the nervous student nurse, Amelie. The script rarely pauses to reflect on emotions because the pressure and stress of the work are relentless. So a lullaby sung to calm a confused woman with dementia delays the next task, and a brief conversation about dog photographs offers a lonely patient a moment of human attention — each small act of kindness costs a few minutes, and those minutes accumulate until the ward begins to outrun the people trying to hold it together.

A still from ‘Late Shift’

A still from ‘Late Shift’
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Volpe stages this environment with a controlled minimalism. Judith Kaufmann’s camera trails Benesch through the corridors with persistence while Hansjörg Weissbrich’s editing maintains the sense that several crises are unfolding at once. Benesch carries the film through physical detail and eschews any semblance of theatricality. Her stride across the ward is purposeful and mechanical, her hands repeat the rituals of sanitiser, syringes and charts, and her voice remains calm even as the shift pushes her toward exhaustion. The film’s social texture emerges through those interactions. Nurses perform the constant maintenance that keeps the hospital running while doctors rarely appear, if at all. Class surfaces most clearly in the private patient who treats his room like a hotel suite and believes the price of said hotel suite should rearrange the priorities of the entire ward, which is a small but telling reminder that illness does not flatten social hierarchy.

Volpe closes the film with a reminder that hospitals across the world face a growing shortage of nurses. The point is unsubtle, though the film has already made a finer argument. Everyone understands that healthcare systems rely on workers who absorb impossible workloads, but the scale of that dependence rarely becomes visible until something breaks. The work continues because someone still needs care, and the system continues because people like Floria keep showing up, day after day. If anything, Late Shift spends ninety minutes observing how alarmingly thin the margin is between a functioning ward and institutional collapse.

Late Shift premieres at the Red Lorry Film Festival that will be held from 13 to 15 March 2026 in Mumbai

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