Movie Reviews for The Motorcycle Diaries (Widescreen Edition)

The Motorcycle Diaries (Widescreen Edition)

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Movie Reviews of The Motorcycle Diaries (Widescreen Edition)

Movie Review: che guevara
Summary: 4 Stars

esta pelicula era muy bueno porque los actores han hecho un bueno trabajo. la pelicula mostrado muchas paises be latina america. tambien, la pelicula mostrado muchos partes de la vida de ernesto guevara. el che guevara el mundo conoce es muy diferente de el che guevara este pelicula. si quieres aprender mas sobre la vida de che guevara, ves este pelicula.

Movie Review: Beautifully Done
Summary: 4 Stars

This is a powerful story and I think helped me understand more about Che Guevara. When you see his deep passion for the people and dedication to "the least of these," you can see more how he became a revolutionary. Even though he ended up caught up in violence, you can see how his heart began in the right place.

Beautiful cinematography, and Gael Garcia Bernal does a wonderful job as Che, with just the right mix of intensity and innocence.

Movie Review: Bad
Summary: 2 Stars

Imagine a film purporting to depict the youth of Adolf Hitler that never dealt with an instance of his Anti-Semitism and you will about have what The Motorcycle Diaries represents for Latin American Communism. The film, based upon the book of the same name, culled from the diaries of Ernesto `Che' Guevara (Gael Garc?a Bernal), the mass murdering top henchman of Fidel Castro in the Cuban Revolution, attempts to portray the monster as an all-caring near-Christ-like figure. Now, I am not one who's a PC stickler when it comes to art and truth, but the fact is this film is a) bad history, and b) even worse art. While not quite as bad a film as Monster, for its better visuals than that feminist ode to girl power via serial murder, the earlier film at least acknowledged that its subject was a mass murderer, even as it excused it. By contrast, The Motorcycle Diaries not only glosses over Che's massive crimes against humanity, but gives absolutely no hint that such evil ever resided in the man. He was Latin America's Osama bin Laden before there was an Osama bin Laden. Yet, to the recrudescent Hollywood PC Elitists he is a hero, simply because he opposed America. That, alone, to them, erases all of the blood on his hands, even though he was enamored of the Soviet Union's genocidal methods. Yet, George W. Bush, a man I certainly do not admire, is utterly reviled for his crimes against humanity, even though his `cause' is arguably only just as ignoble and ineffective as Che's ultimately was.
The film, which was lauded at the Sundance Film Festival, and widely touted by executive producer and political na?f, Robert Redford, follows spoiled rich kid Che's months-long trek, at age 23, across South America with an older pal named Alberto Granado (Rodrigo De la Serna), 29. The film, while filled with beautiful vistas of the countryside, is not particularly well shot by director Walter Salles nor cinematographer Eric Gautier, as there is none of the lingering sumptuousness that one finds in Lawrence Of Arabia, nor Kundun, films made by filmic masters like David Lean and Martin Scorsese. Instead, we get filmic postcards, not engaging realities. The framing of the shots sometimes seems as if it were done by a tourist who was in a hurry to get through whatever area he was traveling through. It also plumbs virtually every clich? of the two genres it inhabits- the buddy film and the coming of age road film. On the buddy side you have handsome, serious, empathetic Che, who-like George Washington, cannot tell a lie- he rips a doctor's poorly worded novel after his pal praises I- telling the old man to stick to medicine (would that someone had told Che the same thing!), and the chubby, fast-talking sidekick, Alberto, on a continual poon hunt. They get in to wacky adventures, constantly crash their motorcycle, and escape disaster by the skins of their teeth. On the road picture side, Che falls in love with a beautiful girl, but breaks her heart, the two meet strange people and grow up, chase girls, and idyllic vistas inspire the duo to talk like a bad screenwriter's imagination of what depth is, especially when at Maachu Picchu. If this insipidity is what Screenwriter's 101 feels reconstructed conversations should be, well....yeesh. In short, this is one foreign film whose subtitles do not matter vis-?-vis dubbing because they are bad either way.... Despite being made by a Brazilian filmmaker, this film is thoroughly Hollywood, and bound to polarize. Simpleminded Leftists have and will praise it to the hilt, despite its manifest flaws, all because they will not bother to check out the facts. Rightists will damn the film, sight unseen, thereby missing the chance to rip its poor artistry and only justify the many delusions of their enemies, by showing them they are correct that Rightists cannot separate art from reality, either. And so it goes....but, at least, I recognize such things. If the film did so I would not have to state it.

Movie Review: ONLY FOR CLUB-MED LEFTIES; OTHERS AVOID!
Summary: 1 Stars

An idyllic and compassionate Argentine rich kid decides to throw it all away and redeem himself by redeeming the poor. Only he turns out to be Che Guevara!
Guevara's appeal as a young non-conformist with a heart of gold and a mind of steel -an "armed Christ", as Sartre called him- bears little resemblance with the actual long haired dictator that was: a Stalinist fanatic who once wrote about the joys of executing people, and his personal urgent need to do so. Why these psychos get such pop-star idol recognition among First World well intentioned rich liberals escapes me. Maybe it's because they want to appear cool, defiant and politically correct. Maybe because they also feel guilty about having plenty in a world of scarcity. But mostly because they know nothing, and want to know even less, about the countries they pretend to help by supporting their local crackpots. Either that, or they're just plain morons!
Someday soon, I'd like to see Mexican heartthrob Garc?a Bernal -with his handsome "Howard the Duck" looks- impersonate a young Lavrenti Beria on his road to epiphany, and show me how nice a fellow that chap really was. I would love to see that movie get raving reviews and international awards, and I'd also like to see your kids wearing that lovable commissar's face on their T-shirts. And -goes without saying- see how you like that, for a change!