The 1990s were a time of wistful reflections set to soaring soundtracks in which our writer/narrator (who’s also sometimes producer and/or director) tells us his family story. Good times, bad times, bah, blah, blah. By 1995, it was time to let Mexican boomers have their day in the L.A. sun, so we end up with writer/director Gregory Nava’s “My Family” (mi familia). The cast is loaded with talent (Edward James Olmos leads), but most are underutilized as Nava rushes through a blue-collar punch list of cultural cliches. But it does make you wistful – for the film it could have been.