The film is dispiriting because there’s virtually no sign of Dario Argento in it.
Yet another dubious Guevara biopic that sees the man’s ideology as something to be worn and not questioned.
Soderbergh’s professed neutrality toward Guevara’s life and times succeeds mostly in leeching the emotion out of them.
What Mike Newells film lacks in brio it makes up for in reverence.
The film’s colors are hornied, the score pure sitcom-tinkle, and the plot has the attention span of a telenovela.