“Che” is not your conventional biopic.
Steven Soderbergh’s portrait of the Marxist revolutionary Ernesto “Che” Guevara dispenses with basic personal and historical data.
There are no flashbacks of the schoolkid in short pants, no epiphanies of college radicalization.
What this slow-moving but fascinating two-part portrait does do is hunker down in the jungles and mountains of Cuba and (in the second part) Bolivia, capturing in keen, almost Zen-like detail the trudging and trekking, the recruiting and strategizing, the fighting and the philosophizing.
With Benicio Del Toro delivering a fiercely indrawn and mesmerizing performance in the title role, “Che” is neither a hagiography nor a superficial character sketch.
Soderbergh, one of the most adventurous and prolific of contemporary American filmmakers, offers an ellipitical series of “moments” — benchmarks from Che’s involvement in Fidel Castro’s insurgency against Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista, and then, after serving in Cuba’s communist government, Guevara’s disappearance into the wilds of Bolivia.
There, Che attempts to replicate his success, leading a similar revolt against a corrupt regime. But things don’t turn out so well: Captured by the Bolivian military — aided and advised by the CIA — Che was executed. It was 1967. He was 39.
Soderbergh does his own cinematography. He shot Part One in a lush, wide- screen format, and Part Two in a closed-in frame, with a faded patina that speaks to Che’s failed and fatal final campaign.
There are strong supporting turns from Demian Bichir (Fidel Castro), Rodrigo Santoro (Raul Castro), Catalina Sandino Moreno (Che’s wife, Aleida) and Julia Ormond (TV reporter Lisa Howard).
There’s a revelatory sequence in which Guevara, post-revolution, an emissary of Castro, travels to New York in 1964 to speak before the United Nations. His speech, and his rebuttal, are eye-opening in their unapologetic, anti-capitalist, anti-U.S. fervor.
The movie requires patience.
It avoids making judgments on the moral and political “truth,” but it does, in masterful and compelling ways, demonstrate Che’s unyielding obsession and determination to establish a working communist system. An intellectual, a writer, emotionally cold and physically hampered — he was asthmatic — Che nonetheless inspired hundreds of farmers and villagers, men and women, to become fighters, leading them in bold attacks against soldiers and police.
“Che” takes its viewers into the thick, verdant forests where guns are fired, blood is spilled, and nature’s creatures dart for cover amid the destructive forces of man. If nothing else, the film depicts the grueling challenges and daunting logistics faced by the rebel militia — lacking munitions, medicine, food and shelter in their long and improbable slog to victory.
In the case of “Che, Part Two,” of course, it’s a not-so-long and suicidal slog toward tragic defeat.
“Che”
R for some violence. 4 hours, 28 minutes. In English and Spanish with English subtitles. Directed by Steven Soderbergh; written by Peter Buchman and Benjamin A. van der Veen; starring Benicio Del Toro, Demian Bichir, Victor Rasuk, Edgar Ramirez, Rodrigo Santoro, Yul Vazquez, Rene Lavan, and Catalina Sandino Moreno. Opens today at the Mayan.
