Papa: Hemingway in Cuba
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If I were going to write a single-adjective review (not a bad idea for most films), the adjective would be "picturesque." The filmmakers are very proud of having shot in Cuba, and as is true of every Cuba film worth its cocktail salt, the cars are absolutely fabulous (apparently drivers in 1957 never even had fender-benders).
But good god: this is enough to make Hemingway dig himself up and blow his brains out again. The only remotely worthwhile thing about the film is a nod to the homoeroticism carefully submerged in Hemingway's life and art: he was, after all, the godfather of the bromance.
End credits puzzler: sanitation of a line from To Have and Have Not: One man alone ain't got no [bloody fucking] chance.
Trailers
- Our Kind of Traitor--From a Le Carre novel.
- The Infiltrator--Chasing Pablo Escobar.
- Captain Fantastic--Family raised in wilderness, more civilized than the "civilized"; a hard maybe.
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