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| Why can not I speak six different languages and grow sideburns like that? |
Anyhow, Part One is fantastic. It is extremely addictive and I love so many things about it: I love how the opening titles talk about what a brutal terrorist Carlos was and then they promptly bask the sizzling hot, Edgar Ramirez, in hazy golden hues and light. I love all the suitcases and bags, one or more in every frickin' scene it seems. I love how the suitcases are always underneath one of his Revolutionary Lovers' beds. I love how the Revolutionary Lovers are all incredibly attractive. I love how there is a Che poster on nearly every wall. I love how his network stretches throughout all Europe and Japan(?!) I love how fast paced the film is. I love how short many of the scenes are, incl a proclivity towards cutting the meatier story parts of scenes completely off at the end (a trick The Wire used a lot.) I love the bungled missile-launcher scene. I love the scenes all over Europe's famous cities. (We get to see Budapest on film! That never frickin' happens. Why? Budapest is beautiful. Whatever, ... ) Did I mention the very attractive Revolutionary Sweethearts? (h/t to Camper.) I love how all this was happening when Saddam Hussein was still an up and comer. I love Ramirez' performance and how nimbly he switches from French to South American (presumably Peruvian) Spanish to English at the drop of a hat, immaculately. I love many other things in Part One that I will not mention here, so as not to spoil it.
Flat-out popcorn-munching fun. Kind of like a twentieth-century Dumas novel on screen that you do not want to end.
More on this later when I have seen it all.
Mwah, ...
