From the start, Abner Benaim's work rises to a great challenge: to tell the story of one of the biggest icons in Latin-American history from mid-twentieth century onwards. Rubén Blades Is Not My Name (2018) depicts the intimacy, routine and likings of a living legend. One cannot help but wonder how a man of such modest tastes and habits could have forged a life of such a large scope and impact.
This documentary develops in conversations, reminiscences and fragments of anecdotes alternating back and forth between past, present and future; this is not a linear biopic, nor a chronological account of Blades' life, but rather a recollection of highlights that lead a son of Panama to become the multi-disciplinary icon we now behold: singer, actor, politician, composer, and more. But, also, a family man with hobbies, in love with and committed to his craft; a man who delights in wandering about rather than being held back by modern luxury and comfort. Ruben's portrayal is that of a mature man, aware of his doings and his trajectory, and proud of his yearning to continue creating.
From a technical perspective, Benaim's work succeeds putting together a beautiful composition of sceneries in which Rubén's existence unfolded: an old Panama of washed-out, fractured neighborhoods, and a quotidian New York which for the artist has turned into a warm, pleasant city. Correspondingly, from a photographic stance, fragments of a restless past, traces and evidences of success, nameless places and images of daily environments bursting with veracity and gratification.
Although some people might feel unfulfilled due to the artist's self-censorship in the sense that it is he who sets the limits of intromission to his own privacy. However, Rubén is quite straight-forward about this matter, since he is not interested in giving away details of his private life that might get sensationalist treatment; instead, he sets himself in the task of expressing opinions and statements that make room for debate and discussion of what is transcendental to him. Mindful of his vast past and the uncertainty of his future, I have chooses to make remarks that leave no room for speculation after his death.
This film is like a Salsa song that emanates resilience, rebellion and knowledge. It is the story of a survivor, whose lyrics and melodies have endured the passage of time and have permeated Latin-American identity. (CCV)
This documentary develops in conversations, reminiscences and fragments of anecdotes alternating back and forth between past, present and future; this is not a linear biopic, nor a chronological account of Blades' life, but rather a recollection of highlights that lead a son of Panama to become the multi-disciplinary icon we now behold: singer, actor, politician, composer, and more. But, also, a family man with hobbies, in love with and committed to his craft; a man who delights in wandering about rather than being held back by modern luxury and comfort. Ruben's portrayal is that of a mature man, aware of his doings and his trajectory, and proud of his yearning to continue creating.
From a technical perspective, Benaim's work succeeds putting together a beautiful composition of sceneries in which Rubén's existence unfolded: an old Panama of washed-out, fractured neighborhoods, and a quotidian New York which for the artist has turned into a warm, pleasant city. Correspondingly, from a photographic stance, fragments of a restless past, traces and evidences of success, nameless places and images of daily environments bursting with veracity and gratification.
Although some people might feel unfulfilled due to the artist's self-censorship in the sense that it is he who sets the limits of intromission to his own privacy. However, Rubén is quite straight-forward about this matter, since he is not interested in giving away details of his private life that might get sensationalist treatment; instead, he sets himself in the task of expressing opinions and statements that make room for debate and discussion of what is transcendental to him. Mindful of his vast past and the uncertainty of his future, I have chooses to make remarks that leave no room for speculation after his death.
This film is like a Salsa song that emanates resilience, rebellion and knowledge. It is the story of a survivor, whose lyrics and melodies have endured the passage of time and have permeated Latin-American identity. (CCV)
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