I just came back from Cuba, where I saw Che Guevera’s face plastered everywhere, even in the most unlikely places: in the middle of the countryside with nothing around for miles, a piece of cardboard, or planks, anywhere that could be drawn or painted on, basically. All I knew about him is that he was a revered man, so you can imagine my thrill after stumbling onto the new biographical film Motorcycle Diaries by chance last night.
When we hear the word ‘Revolution’, a thousand images fill our minds. A few months back I told a friend that I knew how to fight for everyone else’s injustices but my own. Motorcycle Diaries reaffirms my belief that anyone can make a difference if they commit themselves to the greater good of this world.
The Robert Redford-produced film is structured as a chronicle of a young man whose view of the world is broadened by his travels through South America. He finds a common thread wherever he goes: there is too much injustice and pain in the world. Ernesto “Che” Guevara not only discovered the forgotten civilizations — he discovered himself, and his mission. His story is told at a time in his life when he struggled with the strongest moral issues, before they turned thoroughly political, according to actor Gael Garcia Bernal, who does a splendid job portraying the young radical.
This is, in my view, an outstanding movie, and one that preserves the ancestral cultural pride of the South American and Central American nations it represents. Very few movies have had an impact of this calibre on me; it is moving, inspirational and powerful. Not since Frida has a film been able to capture and hold my thoughts and spirit this way.