Watching Gregory Nava's 1997 biopic, "Selena," again, I recalled seeing it for the first time. My initial impression then was that the film was nothing more than an extended music video. The story's rough edges had been smoothed over to create a sanitized product that failed to convey the messiness and psychological complexity of the circumstances that gave rise to the tragedy of her death.
As a native Houstonian, I also remember being bothered by seeing what was supposed to represent the setting for the singer's legendary Livestock Show and Rodeo performance in the Astrodome. It was, instead, some smaller inferior arena.