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Ernesto "El Che" Guevara de la Serna is a
seminal figure of 20th century history--a Commandante in the revolutionary army that
overthrew the Batista regime in Cuba, a right hand man to Fidel Castro, an educated and
articulate Marxist/Maoist. Independent, violent and idealistic, Che became a poster boy
for the left-leaning youth of the 1960's and beyond. He was executed in Bolivia in 1967.
In 1951, interrupting his medical school career, Che, age 23, embarked
with a close friend, Alberto Granado, a biochemist, on an extended motorcycle trip through
South America. Both men wrote books documenting their travels together, books on which
screenwriter Jose Rivera based the screenplay for The Motorcycle Diaries. It's a
film in the long traditions both of road movies (Easy
Rider, Thelma
and Louise) and "buddy" movies (Midnight
Cowboy, Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid), with the the added burden of representing
biographical aspects of a charismatic modern hero.
Opening with the farewells to his well-to-do family, the film consists
of an episodic series of experiences chosen from the books. Some, such as Che's departing
visit with the aristocratic girl he loves, difficulties with weather and the decrepit old
bike, and flirtations with local girls (Granado called himself the "sexual ambassador
from Argentina"), are handled with lightness and charm, if without pressing
pertinence to the exploration of a revolutionary in the making.
Other sections of the film are more to the point, as Che discovers the
injustice bred by the colonialist history of South America--Europeans dominating the
native peoples who live in poverty and despair. The corporate industrialists (Anaconda
Mining in particular) are seen as exploiters of the natives, people who have become
homeless in their own lands. A visit to Machu Pichu emphasizes the contrast between the
grandeur of the one-time indigenous culture and the miserable conditions of the
descendents of that civilization.
The final major stop included in the film is the extended visit they
made to the San Pablo Leper Colony in the jungles of Peru, a place where the lepers were
housed on one side of the Amazon and the doctors, staff, and nuns who cared for the lepers
lived on the other side of the river. That arrangement acts as metaphor for all the
divisions among people that Che has observed over his journey, extended symbolically when
he, in a spontaneous act both of courage and foolishness (he was asthmatic) swims across
the river to the leper side.
But the totality of The Motorcycle Diaries never manages to
invest in Che the gravitas, the charisma or the powerful determination of this man who
just three years later would be joining up with Castro in the Cuban revolution. Gael
Garcia Bernal (Y Tu Mama
Tambien, El Crimen del Padre
Amaro) is sympathetic and has the depiction of asthma attacks nailed, but when he
makes the one political speech in the film, at his birthday party at San Pablo, the words
are there but the fire is missing. The role needed the backbone and anger and aggression
of a revolutionary; what is delivered is a schoolboy liberal. (Rodrigo de la Serna as
Alberto is a delight, with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that no muchacha could
resist.)
Director Walter Salles (Central
Station, Behind
the Sun) also misses on another crucial level. The Motorcycle
Diaries gives the impression that this journey was the first for a young man who
starts out as a blank slate. In fact, Che was well read politically and pronouncedly
leftist before the motorcycle trip was ever undertaken. And the depictions of his
observances on the journey don't have the cinematic teeth they need. Salles uses talk
about the economic and political problems rather than dramatizing them and he omits any
graphic visual observation of the poverty and injustice which so influenced Che.
The Motorcycle Diaries ends up being a romanticized and
lightweight road movie, a charming diversion, rather than the incisive biographical work
that it should have been.
- Arthur Lazere