Sunset Boulevard | Bulevar del Atardecer
"Two Latinas navigating Hollywood find their greatest role is loving each other"
Sunset Boulevard
Bulevar del Atardecer
Hollywood wanted me to play the maid. She refused to be typecast.
"They only see one thing," she said after another bad audition.
"Then we make them see everything."
Her name was Catalina. We'd met at a casting call—both auditioning for the same "spicy Latina" role neither of us wanted.
"Why do we keep doing this?" she asked.
"Because the alternative is giving up."
"What if we did something different?"
Different meant writing our own scripts. Creating our own characters. Refusing to play what they expected.
"No one will fund this," my agent warned.
"Then we fund ourselves."
We made a short film. Shot in her apartment. Budget of nothing.
"It's not Hollywood," I said.
"It's better. It's honest."
The film went viral. Hollywood called back.
"You showed them," she said the night we signed our first real contract.
"We showed them."
"Will you always say 'we'?"
"Will you always be here?"
She kissed me under the Hollywood sign. The city spread below us, full of dreams we'd refused to let die.
"Partners?" she asked.
"In everything."
We write together now. Direct together. Create opportunities for Latinas who came after us.
"To Sunset Boulevard," we toast at every premiere.
"To the women who walked it together," she adds.
Sunset Boulevard—where dreams are made, broken, and remade by those who refuse to quit.