“Cesar Chavez” is a Mexican-American “42,” a quietly inspiring and well-acted tale of a civil rights icon whose story isn’t nearly as familiar as Jackie Robinson’s. But then, Chavez wasn’t a ball player. He was a union organizer. And while Robinson, with some reluctance, had nobility and greatness thrust upon him, Chavez was a humble farm laborer who set out to be an agent of change.
Mexican actor-turned-director Diego Luna has made an emotional movie with simple human dimensions. Chavez wasn’t a dynamic speaker or necessarily that charismatic. He looked and sounded very ordinary, a modest man driven by simple righteousness. So it’s appropriate that Luna’s film stumbles a little with the sweeping moments in this intimate biography passed off as larger-than-life epic.