The Motorcycle Diaries is the latest "buzz" film romanticizing a murderous thug-o-crat. It does make me wonder what’s next? Love in the Gulag? Finding inner peace and harmony in the killing fields? I could go on and on, but I digress. The Motorcycle Diaries is based on the early life of Che Guevara and it is another film that I have added to my rapidly expanding list of films I refuse to support financially. I don’t wear the T-shirt, the watches or the even the Che thongs and I would not hesitate to piss on his grave – no dignified way to do that as a woman but there are times when dignity should be damned.
Tipped off by Let it Bleed
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