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Carnets de voyage,
posté le 14/12/2004 - cote : 4/10 |
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The Motorcycle Diaries isn't bad, just insipid. Bernal stars as Che and Rodrigo de la Serna stars as Granado, two young men making their way through South America aboard a motorcycle referred to as "the mighty one." They're young doctors, but they may as well be Abercombie & Fitch models on summer vacation. For one monotonous hour, the film serves as a National Geographic tour of South America's more gorgeous locales. Pretty to look at, Salles's lulling images mean nothing. Yes, it makes sense that Che and Granado's road trip is self-centered (most journeys of this kind usually are), but you'd never know from watching the film that this is the story of Che Guevara. Completely anonymous, Motorcycle Diaries could just as easily have been called Celebrity, because this is a film that doesn't treat Che as an emancipator or a complicated revolutionary figure, but as a pretty boy all the girls (and gay boys) want to fuck. A sincere if not entirely simple-minded act of hero worship, Motorcycle Diaries further flattens Che's image, portraying him as a fragile asthmatic who can do no wrong: he saves a hurt puppy from the side of the road after Granado's bike crashes; he tells a benefactor that his novel is less than stellar; and though it may cost him a place to sleep for an evening, he nonetheless diagnoses a man's neck tumor. Though Salles understands that Che comes from a position of privilege (it's all over the early scenes in mansions and dining halls), he scarcely allows the character to ruminate on the things he had in Argentina that no one else in South America seems to have. When Che sees how the starving class suffers, he naturally weeps for them. That's sweet, but this is not someone you want to lead you into battle—instead, you want to pinch his cheeks, cop a feel, and send him to bed after putting an inhaler in his mouth. |
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