Cinema Wednesdays - Alexandre Wälti
The great thing about Passion Cinéma's cycles is that viewers rarely leave a screening disappointed. It's a good thing they exist, especially at the end of the year. They counter the invasion of blockbusters with their share of sensationalism and explosions, so far from the finesse of Last days in Havana by Cuban director Fernando Pérez.
Right from the opening scene, the succession of close-ups imposes a certain kind of cinema: intimate and profound. The camera follows the facial expressions of Miguel (Patricio Wood, tortured) as he washes dishes in an uneventful restaurant. He goes out, crosses the streets of Havana. Fernando Pérez films him as if in a documentary, moving him through the city's urban chaos with total indifference.









