Much of this film is epic patriotic film making. But so much of it is a romance novel on screen.
The great Manuela Saenz, his wife, co liberator and strategist, one of the biggest feminist heroines of Latin America, is not even named here. She becomes a woman he beds. It's like if a film bio of Washington showed his wife Martha's breasts repeatedly. Or if a film on Susan B Anthony only was concerned with showing her as lustful and sexy.
The epic parts are better done. One review complained the actor was not "European looking" enough. Bizarre, like claiming Italians aren't European. The opposite is true. IRL Bolivar had a mulatta (mixed Euro and African) mother.
Fast forward past the silly bed scenes and it's not a bad film.
The great Manuela Saenz, his wife, co liberator and strategist, one of the biggest feminist heroines of Latin America, is not even named here. She becomes a woman he beds. It's like if a film bio of Washington showed his wife Martha's breasts repeatedly. Or if a film on Susan B Anthony only was concerned with showing her as lustful and sexy.
The epic parts are better done. One review complained the actor was not "European looking" enough. Bizarre, like claiming Italians aren't European. The opposite is true. IRL Bolivar had a mulatta (mixed Euro and African) mother.
Fast forward past the silly bed scenes and it's not a bad film.