The contradiction here is that it all has a kind of decadence to it which contrasts greatly with the movie's stories, all four of them metaphors for exploitation or quick how-tos on the ways you should respond to capitalism: A prostitute is cruelly taken advantage of by an American, a principled sugarcane farmer burns his field rather than sell it to United Fruit Company, a student revolutionary becomes a martyr, and soldiers improvise their way through a fight in the mountains. Tellingly, most critics just fawn over the cinematic fireworks and dismiss this stirring commie melodrama or call it propaganda (every fucking Hollywood movie made in this country is propaganda too, you ding-dongs). And maybe all of this over-the-top showboating cinema isn't antithetical to its themes after all, because the movie embodies the importance of hard work and collaboration like no other because "I Am Cuba" is like no other movie. Wide lenses bend every image, making it kind of druggy and unreal, and the film stock is infrared, like "La Dolce Vita" by way of Herb Ritts photos as directed by big loud leftie Orson Welles. Revolution has never seemed so elegant or confounding.