Portmanteau films like 7 Days in Havana
are inherently inconsistent, but while the bundling together of multiple short
films precludes coherency, done well, they offer other attractions.
Unfortunately, 7 Days... isn’t done all that well.
Benicio del Toro’s opening segment is one of the better efforts (surprising,
given he’s a debutant director amidst accomplished auteurs) - a charming but
slight Cuban travelogue with a weak punchline, that it ranks among the
highlights only emphasises the lack of spark elsewhere. Applause is also
deserved for Pablo Trapero’s Emir Kusturica-starring instalment ‘Jam Session’
and Gaspar Noé’s ‘Ritual’ – a nightmarish, hallucinatory vision of a witch
doctor at work, which adds a darker current to the ‘rum + sun’ vision on
display elsewhere. But from the rest there’s coasting (a disappointingly flat
offering from Elia Suleiman) and kitsch (Julio Médem’s melodramatic piece),
while attempts to weave loose connecting threads are weakly realised.
Consequently, 7 Days... remains significantly
less than the sum of the talents involved.
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