The footage of the film is restless, like Guevara's life. I see Latin American joy, like Latin American music, singing sadness with joyful singing. Maybe it was my delusion, maybe I was deceived, maybe the sadness was covered up.
Transparent picture, transparent music, transparent Guevara. A pure, kind and compassionate person. He was by no means a rebellious man. He just wanted to put his compassion into action, he did it for the people, not himself, that's what made Guevara great. Think about what we call rebellious youth today, what is it? Just being anti-social for no reason, and if there is any reason, it's just for yourself. Saying he is Don Quixote, I think that every era needs this kind of person, as the hero of our era, as the object of spiritual worship of our era. Look at ourselves, timid as mice and like a murky pool of stagnant water. Then Guevara just became a sign on the wall, our fig leaf.
In the beautiful shots, I almost forgot the pain of penetrating Guevara. Perhaps, the shots were too beautiful, and perhaps the director also ignored the pain that Guevara saw. The film is sporadically interspersed with some farmers who are irrelevant to the pain. The narrative is also interspersed with the persecution suffered by some leftists, and the tragic description of the miners in very little space. Depriving the film of the great tension of the suffering it contains, I see that Guevara's transformation is reluctant, at least, inadequate. The movie doesn't penetrate the painful nucleus.
The end of the film is a series of fixed black and white portraits, like commemorative portraits of the characters, very vivid, like commemorating those pasts that we can only pay tribute to.
After writing the above words, I feel a little hypocritical. Guevara is truly great in my heart because he is a great idealist and uses his life to realize these ideals. I have a lot of ideals, but unfortunately, they are only short-lived in my mind, and I don't even have the idea to put them into action. Therefore, I admire Guevara, and I can already predict that the day I die, I will definitely full of regrets.
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