Aging Cuban musicians whose talents had been virtually forgotten following Castro's takeover of Cuba, are brought out of retirement by Ry Cooder, who travelled to Havana in order to bring the musicians together, resulting in triumphant performances of extraordinary music, and resurrecting the musicians' careers.
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A traveling projection-equipment mechanic works in Western Germany along the East-German border, visiting worn-out theatres. He meets with a depressed young man whose marriage has just broken up, and the two decide to travel together.
A group of legendary Cuban musicians, some as old as their nineties, were brought together by Ry Cooder to record a CD. In this film, we see and hear some of the songs being recorded in Havana. There is also footage from concerts in Amsterdam and New York City's Carnegie Hall. In addition, many of the individual musicians talk about their lives in Cuba and about how they got started in music. Written by
George S. Davis
Unfortunately, all Cuban musicians featured in the movie have passed away. The last one was Ibrahim Ferrer, who died several weeks after performing at the North Sea Jazz Festival in the Netherlands. See more »
I just got to see this on video last night.
It's a lovely film, and the protagonists are
memorable. My one problem, however, is with
Ry Cooder. Don't misunderstand my admiration
for Cooder's past work. He's an original,
often evocative guitarist and composer. I just felt
that his additions to these recordings -- both
in the studio and in their concert versions --
were intrusive at the least. That wailing slide guitar
just about ruined some great songs. I'm surprised the
gentlemen and ladies of the band didn't say anything.
It was a relief when he sat out of a performance.
I really wanted to jump into the film, tap him on
the shoulder and ask him to put down his guitar and
just sit behind the mixing board!
OK. That's my rant. This is an impressive and lovely film.
If you have a chance, track down 1997's Black Tears (lagrimas
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