Or, ya know, cast the right person for the role, regardless of who they like to fuck, or what type of hardware they have between their legs.
The problem with this is you end up with John Wayne playing Ghengis Khan, Joel Grey playing Chiun and Mickey Rooney as Mr. Yunioshi.
Or Emma Stone playing Hawaiian Chinese.
There's a middle ground but it will never be happy because nothing in Hollywood ever is.
Anthony carries on, turning his anger toward Jon Stewart's Rosewater, in which the Mexican actor Gael García Bernal plays the Iranian-Canadian reporter Maziar Bahari. "Man, if I saw Jon Stewart, you'd have to hold me back. How dare you hire a Mexican-American to play an Iranian-American, with all these amazing Iranian-American artists. I can't stand it. I'm sick of it. I speak Spanish fluently.…"
He effortlessly slides into perfect Spanish for a few seconds, then returns to being Anthony. "Why am I not being hired for Mexican or Latino roles?" he says. "You play my roles, but I can't play yours, and I speak Spanish just as well? Go fuck yourself." Anthony picks up my recorder. "Go fuck yourself, Jon Stewart!" he yells. "Have me on your show if you have the balls! You don't have the balls!"
Jon Ronson, "You May Know Me From Such Roles as Terrorist #4"