And it works. While watching the Greek version, Teleioi Xenoi, for the first time at a Greek film festival in New York, never once did I suspect I was watching an adaptation. Instead, I immediately assumed it was an original Greek movie, so much did the characters — from their linguistic quirks to their cultural references — remind me of my Greek friends and family in Athens and elsewhere. The same likely goes for Manolo Caro’s Mexican version, which I also recently saw. While the movie is undeniably enjoyable for an American viewer like me, Mexican audiences will pick up on elements of the group’s dynamics invisible to outsiders.