Reviewers state this film depicts the malady and alienation of a middle-class man stuck in the Cuban revolution, but I couldn't tell if the movie was meant to be a critique of a decadent bourgeois parasite by the Communists or a criticism of Castro's Cuba. The problem is that the protagonist, Sergio, is unsympathetic, an idle, wealthy landlord who preys on schoolgirls.
Much of the movie is voice-over, internal monologue, and much of it is disjointed. It combines documentary footage and dramatic fiction, but the two are hardly seamless.
Much of it is intellectual discussion, both internal and actual, all of it specious, verbose and meaningless - even the title is dry and academic.
The film is very dated, 1968, when such poor exposition and sloppiness were revered as "art."
Much of the movie is voice-over, internal monologue, and much of it is disjointed. It combines documentary footage and dramatic fiction, but the two are hardly seamless.
Much of it is intellectual discussion, both internal and actual, all of it specious, verbose and meaningless - even the title is dry and academic.
The film is very dated, 1968, when such poor exposition and sloppiness were revered as "art."