There’s something undeniably magnetic about Becky G’s trajectory. From her viral YouTube covers to genre-defying chart climbers, she’s always felt like an artist whose momentum was shaped by equal parts hustle and heart. But for all her pop bangers and heartfelt odes like “Querido Abuelo,” Becky G has, until now, held a certain part of herself at bay—off limits, out of frame. That’s what makes Rebbeca, her debut documentary premiering at the 2025 Tribeca Festival, such a compelling turn.
Set to debut June 12, Rebbeca is more than a behind-the-scenes tour diary or album companion. It’s an excavation—a self-portrait framed in motion, built on the premise that there’s a difference between Becky G the global star and Rebbeca the woman. It’s in that quiet distinction that the film finds its emotional core.
At its heart, Rebbeca is about reclaiming narrative. It chronicles the making of Encuentros, her first Regional Mexican-inspired album, and follows the pulse of her inaugural headlining trek, Mi Casa, Tu Casa Tour. These aren’t just career milestones—they’re signposts of identity, threaded with cultural pride, intergenerational memory, and the growing pains of self-definition in the public eye.
But the doc doesn’t just track the familiar rise-to-fame arc. It lingers in the liminal moments—the quiet between the glamor, the cost of performance, the evolution of an artist shaped not just by applause, but by introspection. We’ve heard the music, but Rebbeca is the sound of breath between the notes.
Visually, the film avoids the glossy, over-produced sheen that often plagues pop documentaries. Instead, it leans into something rawer, almost journalistic in tone. You can feel the fingerprints on the lens—messy, real, intentional.
The timing of this release couldn’t feel more precise. Latin pop is having a renaissance on the global stage, and yet Rebbeca doesn’t chase virality or algorithmic appeal. It’s not designed to sell a single—it’s a gesture of permanence in an industry obsessed with the moment.
Becky G’s willingness to blur the lines between performer and person in Rebbeca is a rare, vulnerable offering in an age where many artists carefully curate what we see. It invites the audience to step beyond the hitmaker persona and witness the messy, magnificent becoming of a young woman still figuring it out—and doing so with grace, grit, and a surprising amount of candor.
This isn’t a victory lap. It’s a return to roots, a reckoning with identity, and maybe most poignantly, a love letter to the girl who started it all. Becky G has always been a storyteller. With Rebbeca, she finally gets to tell her own.
