That is one word that stands out as I'm sitting here, trying to describe "The Lost City". I finally had the opportunity to see it this afternoon, and I can't quite put into words how I feel, except to say that I am overwhelmed. The movie was amazing, the scenes breathtaking, the acting and costumes wonderful, and the music....let's just say I am buying the soundtrack CD as soon as it is available.
I am so touched by this movie. In spite of the stories I've heard and the tears my family has shed, I had not truly felt this overpowering pride in my Cuban roots and culture until I saw this film, and cried my own tears. Something inside me woke up, saying, "this is where you come from, isn't it painfully beautiful?"
There are so many things rushing through my head right now. I can't seem to type fast enough before another scene from the movie flashes in my head, with it's own set of emotional reactions.
I realize this movie may not get the credit it deserves, the MSM will see to that. But disregard anything negative they may have to say. This is an exquisite work of art, it will touch your heart and truly make you think about the Cuba that was, and what it has become.
(I published this post as the thoughts struck me, with no editing. If it is in anyway incoherent, please forgive me. The movie has not completely sunk in yet, I am still in a state of disarray)
Posted by Amanda at May 6, 2006 9:24 PM