The Motorcycle Diaries was a beautiful little film that romanticizes the motorcycle trip and cultural discovery of Ernesto Guevera’s early life. If one can ignore the political undertones and the romanticization, it’s a work of visual brilliance and a moving and inspiring tale of the evils of capitalism and the beauty of South America and its people. Granted, I don’t buy the evils of capitalism bit (or, invoking my misanthropy, I believe the evils are more a part of human nature than an inherrent part of a political or economic system), but I still found the film quite enjoyable.
I think this is perhaps how best to view the film, rather than trying to sit there trying to rationalize guerilla warfare, assasination, coups, and trying to decide whether Che is a hero or a tyrant. 7/10.