Americano is a movie by a princeâthe son of an art house queen and king. The queen is Agnès Varda, the king is Jacques Demy, and the prince is Mathieu Demy. The prince's first movie as a director (he is primarily an actor) opens with a couple fucking. Let's stop and take a look at what's going on behind this fucking: The man (Martin) is Mathieu Demy; the woman (Claire) is Chiara Mastroianni. Yes, Chiara Mastroianni is an art house princess: Her mother is Catherine Deneuve and her father is Marcello Mastroianni. After this fucking amazing fucking, Martin learns his mother is dead and he has to fly to LA to deal with the inheritance. Martin, who spent his childhood in the City of Angels, reluctantly leaves his Paris apartment, boards a plane, and lands in America. The first person he meets? You will not believe this. It's a character (Linda) played by the daughter of Charlie Chaplin, Geraldine Chaplin. It does not end with that. Geraldine is not only cinema royalty but theater as wellâher mother was the daughter of the playwright Eugene O'Neill.
When Martin learns that his mother was once close to a Mexican woman, Lola, who was deported and whose last known address is in Tijuana, he takes a trip to that border city to deal with his past, his pain, his guilt, and his mother's wishes. In Tijuana, Martin learns that Lola is a prostitute. He fucks her, but it's not that amazing because Lola is played by Salma Hayek, an actress who is certainly famous but has no cinema royalty in her blood. (However, the man who plays Lola's pimp, Carlos Bardem, is the brother of Javier Bardem.) Americano is not a good film, but it is, as you can see, fascinating. 
