I was one of those people who was really taken by El Mariachi when I first saw it in the nineties. I actually much preferred it to its big budget remake, Desperado. Although it was clear to me straight away that the original had been low budget, to begin with I hadn’t realised it had initially been made for the astonishingly low sum of $7,000, albeit that Columbia Pictures spent considerably more on sprucing up the cinema version.
This book relates the remarkable story of the making of El Mariachi, as told through a diary kept by Rodriguez at the time. He wanted to be a filmmaker and decided the best way to learn was to make his own film, doing all the filming and production himself. He aimed to sell it to the Mexican home video market, hopefully for about $25,000, although he would have taken an offer of $10K. That’s where he set his budget - any less and he was in danger of losing money. He raised $3K for the film by volunteering for a month as a lab rat at a drug test facility. Whilst there, he made friends with another volunteer called Peter Marquardt, and persuaded him to play the part of the crime boss “Moco”. The character was meant to be an American who spoke bad Spanish, but Marquardt didn’t speak any Spanish at all. In one scene, Marquardt is seated and speaking into a phone held in his right hand but has his left hand cupped, as he was reading his lines from there. He is wearing sunglasses to hide the fact he is looking down to read. Rodriguez says Marquardt felt bad about doing the scene like that, but Rodriguez told him not to worry as only about 5 people would ever watch the movie.
I found the stories of improvisation in making the film to be the most entertaining part of the book. Rodriguez did his filming in Ciudad Acuña, on the Mexican side of the Coahuila-Texas border, and he benefited from the “relaxed” attitude of local law enforcement. The reference below to “Carlos” is to the lead actor, Carlos Gallardo.
"Carlos asked the Chief there at the jail if they have any machine guns. The Chief opened the drawer to his desk and there was a Mac-10. In another drawer was the extension barrel. We asked if we could shoot it outside with our blanks. They came outside with us and we shot a few blanks. Carlos said that we can get permission from the mayor to borrow a few guns, as long as the cops are around when we use them. Cool."
I don’t know about the US, but if you were an independent film maker in the UK, you would be as likely to travel to Mars as persuade the Police to let you borrow submachine guns.
The second part of the main text covers how the film got noticed by several big studios, and how Rodriguez eventually signed a deal with Columbia Pictures. Originally the plan had been just for him to remake the film with a proper budget, and Columbia bought the rights to the original just so they had control of that. Eventually though they decided to release El Mariachi itself. Rodriguez was mystified at this decision, describing the film as “my blow-off Spanish home video mexploitation flick”, and thought people would laugh at it.
There’s quite a lot of technical stuff in the second part, which would be of more interest to film makers. Because it’s a diary, there’s also quite a lot of banal information about what Rodriguez had for dinner, and so on. The book ends with a couple of appendices, one of which has the original script for the film.
It’s fairly clear from the book that Rodriguez has a high opinion of his own abilities. Then again, he wouldn’t have made it in the film industry otherwise. A decent read for anyone interested in that industry or for those who, like myself, are just fans of El Mariachi.