Last night we were invited along to the kind people of Cuba (and Havana Club) to attend a night of middle class shenanigans, featuring live Cuban bands and a film entitled ‘7 Days In Havana’. As the name suggest, the film follows the lives of 7 people…IN HAVANA. Once we got the many Craig David jokes out of the way we began to appreciate the movie for what it was, an insight into everyday Cuban life free from Soviet involvement and people wearing Che Guevara t-shirts.
Now I’m not the most analytical when it comes to films, nor am I the one to speak deep and meaningful words about how the film was shot, the sub-meanings embedded in the film or any other things that the more intelligent viewers would have picked up on. The fact that one of my favourite films is The Avengers surely proves that point. However, saying that, it was good. What I gained from the film is, as intended/mentioned, an insight into everyday Cuban life, which mainly involves taking transvestites back to your hotel room, searching for eggs and copping off with Fredrick Zoller for a recording contract. It also left me with the insatiable urge to purchase a nice, refreshing crisp glass of Havana Club, served over ice topped up with ginger beer and a slice of lemon. Mmmm, gotta love that Havana Club.