
#786) Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive! (1976)
OR “Remember the Chicano”
Directed by Efrain Gutiérrez
Written by Sabino Garza
Class of 2014
One of the harder NFR entries to track down, “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” has finally made its way online. Thanks as always to resident NFR tracker Benjamin Wilson for finding this film.
The Plot: Alejandro Hernández (Efrain Gutiérrez) is a young Chicano in San Antonio, Texas, struggling with what to do with his life. Having recently buried his older brother Ricardo (Richard Garza), who died while fighting in Vietnam, Alejandro begins meditating on what it means to be Chicano in a White man’s world. Low on money, Alejandro resorts to a life of crime, starting with robberies and eventually getting involved in a heroin deal. But that’s just scratching the surface of a film billed as the first Chicano feature ever made.
Why It Matters: The NFR write-up gives some historical context for the film, with a quote from Chon Noriega of the UCLA Chicano Studies Research Center, who salutes the film for being “important as an instance of regional filmmaking, [and] as a bicultural and bilingual narrative”.
But Does It Really?: I had to sit with “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” for awhile after my viewing. On the one hand, “Please Don’t” is definitely one of the NFR’s rougher entries in terms of production value, with some pretty raw guerrilla filmmaking through the streets of San Antonio. On the other hand, while there are other films on the NFR covering the Chicano movement of the early ‘70s, this film feels more like a counterargument to those other films. The likes of “I Am Joaquín” and “Chicana” highlight the perseverance and optimism of the movement, but “Please Don’t” takes a more realistic, pessimistic approach, which is an obvious downer, but I found it more compelling to watch. While “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” isn’t the most entertaining or polished film on the Registry, it has the unique qualities I’m looking for in a good entry. I support the film’s NFR induction, and I’m equally glad that it has finally shown up online.
Everybody Gets One: Born in San Antonio, Efrain Gutiérrez moved around a lot as a child while his family looked for migrant work throughout the midwest. A move to L.A. saw Gutiérrez enroll at East Los Angeles College, where he first took theater classes. Upon his return to San Antonio, Gutiérrez founded his own theater company and began making films. Gutiérrez was inspired to make “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” after he witnessed a friend receive a 10-year prison sentence for drug possession after seeing a White person receive a shorter sentence for the same crime.
Other notes
- “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” was filmed in San Antonio over the course of two years (some sources say four) on a budget of $60,000. $10,000 of the budget came from a local American Lutheran Church, which I assume is why there’s a church in the movie that otherwise doesn’t factor into anything. According to Gutiérrez, the script was being written while they were filming.
- Unsurprisingly for a film made in Southern Texas, “Please Don’t” is bilingual. I don’t know what the exact breakdown is, but I would guess this film has a 60/40 split of Spanish and English, which feels authentic.
- Shoutout to Josephine M. Faz as Alejandro’s fiancée, who is not only underutilized but also unnamed, being credited at the end simply as “Girlfriend”. Come on!
- Efrain Gutiérrez originally conceived “Please Don’t” as a play, but writer Sabino Garza convinced him it should be a film. I suspect that Alejandro’s occasional monologues throughout the film are remnants of any stage-bound drafts. Alejandro’s first monologue centers around his belief that Chicano leaders have become Anglicized. During that speech, he mentions a prophecy about how Indigenous people will take back their land from White people. Based on how things are going right now in America, when can they start? Does next Thursday work for everyone?
- Aw man, Alejandro is cheating on his fiancée with other women. Adding insult to injury, most of these other women have names!
- My favorite bit of guerrilla filmmaking in this movie comes early on when Alejandro drives into a church parking lot (presumably the American Lutheran Church). Look closely across the street and you’ll see a woman waving at the camera!
- One of the real-life locations featured in this film is Rocco’s Aquarium, a disco/night club in San Antonio that despite the name wasn’t an aquarium. I don’t have anything else to say about it, I just like that there was a nightclub called Rocco’s Aquarium, and that it has been inadvertently preserved by the National Film Registry.
- Oh man, these non-actors are killing me. This movie is filled with characters stumbling over lines and briefly looking into the camera. It’s on par with an elementary school play. On a related note, the fight scenes are somehow even more stilted. They make the fight at the end of “Clerks” look like a Bruce Lee action scene.
- It’s not that the drug dealing subplot comes out of nowhere, but you get the sense that Gutiérrez knew he needed another element or two to spice up his movie. Same goes with the occasional gunplay and some brief near-nudity from one of Alejandro’s mistresses.
- Like “¡Alambrista!” following it, “Please Don’t” features a few songs with plot specific lyrics. Forgive my ignorance, but is this part of Mexican culture or just a coincidence?
- There are multiple shots in the film (primarily at the bars Alejandro and his friends frequent) that prominently feature Falstaff Beer. The beer makes enough appearances throughout the movie (in both bottle and poster form) that I began to wonder if Falstaff gave this film any money. I doubt it, but still, Falstaff shows up a lot. Side note: While Falstaff Brewing is still around, Falstaff Beer was discontinued in 2005.
- Another one of Alejandro’s monologue gives us the line that hit me hardest: “We are the busboys of your meals, yet we cannot see the menu.” Good stuff.
- I don’t want to say too much about the ending, but I probably should have seen that twist coming. It’s a downer ending, but also keeping with the film’s dour take on being Chicano in America.
Legacy
- “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” played in a number of Spanish-language theaters throughout South Texas, and was a surprise hit, earning $300,000 in its first four months of release. According to Gutiérrez, he gave his copies of the film to a Mexican film company as part of a distribution deal, but the deal fell through and the prints went missing.
- Efrain Gutiérrez made a few more films in the 1970s, but left filmmaking around 1980 to become a union representative for teachers. Gutiérrez seems to have returned to filmmaking in the 2000s, and as best I can tell is still active in theater.
- Following Gutiérrez’s departure from filmmaking, “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” was considered a lost film. Flash-forward to 1990, when UCLA professor Chon Noriega learned of the film’s existence and made an effort to find the film and/or Gutiérrez. In 1996, Gutiérrez reached out to Noriega, having learned of his search and having recently discovered a print of his film in a relative’s garage. “Please, Don’t Bury Me Alive!” was stored in the UCLA Film Archives, and received a restoration and screening in 2004, with its NFR induction following a decade later.



