Che on the silver screen

Humberto Fontova at Babalu Blog makes mention of a new 'documentary' called Che movies featuring everyone's favorite left-wing murderer. He links to this review -- it doesn't pull any punches -- from Human Events:

Cannes Snores Through Che Biopic
Oscar-winning director Steven Soderbergh unveiled his 4 � hour Che Guevara Biopic at the Cannes Film Festival last Thursday. One reviewer described the movie as �maniacally anticipated.� Variety hailed it as Cannes' �most-anticipated� film.

But based on reviews thus far, it looks like Soderbergh blew it. After suffering what some critics described as the film's �butt-numbing� duration, Variety's Todd McCarthy branded the movie �defiantly nondramatic� and �a commercial impossibility.� New York Magazine calls it, �something of a fiasco.� Everyone seemed bored if not actually catatonic while viewing the film. Time's Richard Corliss described Benicio Del Toro in the starring role as �seemingly sedated.� Bloomberg news wrote of the �viewers' bleary eyes.�

And the big question (with the big answer):

Almost all who actually interacted with Ernesto Guevara (and are now free to express their views without fear of firing squads or torture chambers) know that the The Big Question regarding Ernesto, the most genuinely fascinating aspect of his life, is:

How did such a dreadful bore, incurable doofus, sadist and and epic idiot attain such iconic status?

The answer is that this psychotic and thoroughly unimposing vagrant named Ernesto Guevara had the magnificent fortune of linking up with modern history's top press agent, Fidel Castro, who for going on half a century now, has had the mainstream media anxiously scurrying to his every beck and call and eating out of his hand like trained pigeons. Had Ernesto Guevara De La Serna y Lynch not linked up with Raul and Fidel Castro in Mexico city that fateful summer of 1955--had he not linked up with a Cuban exile named Nico Lopez in Guatemala the year before who later introduced him to Raul and Fidel Castro in Mexico city-- everything points to Ernesto continuing his life of a traveling hobo, panhandling, mooching off women, staying in flophouses and scribbling unreadable poetry.

About sums it up -- a bully in life, a coward at death. His face may look good on a tee-shirt but he was scum through and through.