Watched: 11/24/2025
Format: Netflix
Viewing: First
Director: Isabel Castro
Living in Texas in the early 90's, if you had your head up at all, you heard about Selena. While I didn't listen to Tejano or Cumbia, she'd become so big that a dumb Anglo kid like myself heard Bidi Bidi Bom Bom somewhere along the way, and I admit that I probably paid more attention to Selena because she was very pretty with a Colgate smile.
I could tell you pretty much exactly when I figured out who Selena was from the cover of her album Entre A Mi Mundo. The cover art was everywhere.
Candidly, in the 1990's and now, the names of most Tejano acts were just not known by Anglos and English speakers. But Selena was rapidly breaking down that particular divide through sheer force of scale - she was selling out the Astrodome, something reserved for the biggest acts on the planet - and wildly popular local acts like ZZ Top.
As a Texan whose first language was English, it seemed like Selena was about to cross-over to a larger audience the second she put out a record in English (see: Shakira).
But then, in 1995, at the age of 23, Selena was killed.
As popular as she was at the time of her death, it's very hard to quantify the scope and duration of the public mourning that spilled out.



















