Soy Cuba. Mikhail Kalatozov. 1964.
Dance like choreography in dream-like long takes with sound as distinct shards highlighting sudden movements, music as raucous jazz or soaring strings that make unashamed melodrama; and dialogue as fragments of voices that mouth platitudes; or silence that mutes everything into the image- where Cuba is the ravaged young woman, the exploited farmer, the angry young man and the revolutionary, each in their own distinct geography- seedy nightclubs, dungeon like slums, glittering sugarcane fields, city squares and streets, and the jungle from where the revolution was fought.
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