Estela Bravo’s film is not a good documentary; it is basically a campaign piece (if Cuba had elections.) That said, it is entertaining and, at times, enlightening. Entertaining because, shit, Fidel Castro — you don’t come across a better subject than that. Enlightening because, yes, here in the USA there is so much anti-Castro propaganda that many stories have gone untold. I admit that I never really knew how much Cuba and Castro played a part in the post-colonial revolution in Angola and the abolition of apartheid in South Africa. The insanity of our continued blockade is exposed very eloquently by New York’s own Charles Rangel — one of the few vox pops worth listening to. No, the meat of this is just watching footage of Fidel be Fidel. If he were a character in fiction no one would ever buy it.
