The Lost City Page #6

Synopsis: In Havana, Cuba in the late 1950s, a wealthy family, one of whose sons is a prominent night-club owner, is caught in the violent transition from the oppressive regime of Batista to the government of Fidel Castro. Castro's regime ultimately leads the night-club owner to flee to New York.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Andy Garcia
Production: Magnolia Pictures
  2 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Metacritic:
47
Rotten Tomatoes:
25%
R
Year:
2005
144 min
$2,434,066
Website
2,401 Views


This farm is now

property of the state.

l am here to legally inform you

that you must leave immediately.

what did you just say to me,

nephew?

Godson.

My blood!

How dare you come to my house

and tell me to get out?

Have you no shame?

You really think

I'm going to leave my house?

My land?

l have worked this earth

too hard with my bare hands

to let some fidelistas

take it from me!

Listen, you have to understand,

this is

the future now.

The future?

Yes, the future.

Piss on your future!

l spit on your future!

Let them try and take it.

You just let them try!

Take it easy.

where is your sense of

ohh! Aah...

ohh...

where is your sense of

Are you okay?

...family?

Help! Help!

Dono, put your head up.

Put your head up.

Put your head

Help me! Help!

Help! Help!

Hello, Father.

Hi, son.

what a great thing to hear.

No one comes to say hello these

days.

Just good-bye.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, well...

my brother's resting in peace,

and Ricardo, unfortunately...

will have to live with

the consequences of his actions.

And that's very sad.

But, uh...

l would like to talk about you.

l rememberwhat you said

about the moneylenders in the temple.

Yeah.

well, the self-proclaimed

Christ is here,

and he's all whip.

l know.

Federico.

Yeah.

Your mother and l...

are worried about you.

Now we think you should be

leaving the country.

My place is here with both of you.

Listen to me.

No. I'm not gonna leave,

unless you're gonna come with me.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

ln life, you have

to know when to arrive,

but you have to know when to leave.

And you should be leaving to a

place

where you can express yourself

freely,

not like here.

And this will fill

our hearts with hope.

we'll be fine, Fico.

we'll be fine.

l have left you very little, my son.

How can you say that?

You've given me

the wealth of your example.

That's all I need.

Remember that the future of

our family's with you.

You know...in Cuba,

we have always

had plenty of light.

we have neverhad darkness

at noon before.

You are my pride and my joy.

I'm going to do

something I did to you

when you were a little boy.

This.

Nothing there, huh?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How could you?

Look at me!

what has become of you, Ricardo?

You betray your country.

You disgraced your family.

You are lost, my son.

Yes, you are.

Fico

l wish I could go back to the beginning.

Mmm, I love beginnings.

why's that?

Nothing's happened yet.

Anticipation is

in the air. optimism.

what about the end?

well, they don't

call it the end fornothing.

l hate endings...

unless, of course,

your end is your beginning,

which makes

your beginning your end.

Then I would love the end.

where are we now?

lf you don't know where you are,

then you are in the middle.

No doubt about that.

There goes my swing vote.

Friends, I have an important

announcement to make.

There's no dessert.

Food rationing.

would you mind?

And now a few brief words

from the man with no name?

I'll be brief.

Ladies and gentlemen...

our Federico

Fellove is going away for good.

Being a writer, I stress

the word good

because I think it will

be good forhim...

and good forus, too.

Fico is going

to New York City...

the Mecca of show business...

where I'm gonna be headin'

for eventually.

Fico,

l know you're gonna be there

to welcome us with open arms

as you have so many

times in the past.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the writer,

forthe first time, speechless.

I'll bail you out.

I'd like to say something.

Please.

l wanna say that this, uh...

this moment here means

a great deal to me...

and I'm gonna treasure this forever.

Salud.

Foreveris a very long time, Fico.

lt's all right.

He's with me.

would you like a drink?

No, I'm driving.

l thought you came in a taxi.

I'm driving the taxi.

Very funny.

Most things are these days.

l need to speak to you alone.

l have an exit visa.

I'm leaving.

what did you say?

You heard what I said.

I'm leaving the country.

l want you to come with me.

To go where?

Anywhere but here.

lt doesn't matter.

we can start again.

Fico, I have a duty to my country.

lt is what Luis died for.

Luis, Luis died for Cuba.

He didn't die for Fidel.

Forthe first time in my life,

l feel I'm part

of something important.

l feel I can make a difference.

we're fighting the just cause.

ln a ruthless

and undemocratic manner.

we have to make

our reforms first.

Democracy will come later.

Then why not

the otherway around?

l don't want to argue with you.

Neveryou.

why don't you give us a chance?

Us? Us as in us?

or us as in you

and the cause calibre?

Don't be angry with me.

No, anger would be too simple.

You must know that I love you.

That's the complicated part.

I'm sorry, Senora Fellove.

The Commandante Guevara and

the Soviet ambassadorwant to see you.

lt seems urgent.

Please stay.

why do you have to leave?

Please.

Miss Fellove,

this is the Soviet ambassador.

That is all you're ever gonna get.

what?

lt's not included in the deal?

Yes.

Let's go. Come on.

Let's go.

what are you doing?

You're embarrassing me.

This gathering is an embarrassment.

Get your hands off me.

Get your hands off me!

Take your hands off me.

You have something to say?

Comrade...

the dance flooris yours.

To Luis Fellove...

who died for a dream,

a dream of a pluralistic

and democratic Cuba!

Long live a free Cuba.

Let's go.

Long live a free Cuba.

Long live a free Cuba.

Fico, wait.

l can't leave.

we must leave before

it's too late to get out.

Try and understand.

Try to understand?

l understand that I'm

lost without you.

This is biggerthan us.

There is nothing biggerthan us.

Listen to me.

Can't you see what's happening?

You're being taken advantage of.

ls that what you want?

You want to be told what to think

the rest of your life?

Because there's no end to this.

This is madness.

You deserve more.

we deserve more.

lf you stay, your life

will not belong to you.

Please.

Come with me.

Please.

we're all that's left

of our family.

ln time, you'll understand.

There's no more time.

Here's your exit visa.

I'm leaving tomorrow

at 5:
00 in the afternoon.

Comrade,companero

l salute you.

on behalf of our maximum leader

and all Communists in Cuba,

welcome! Bienvenido!

Federico Junior.

l want you to have this.

You will need it

on the day where...

when what is left

of our family...

be reunited.

That's for you.

Mother and l

Just don't worry

because well be right here.

we're strong people.

we're gonna be right here...

waiting for you.

we'll have dinner together.

Uh, but what is very important...

At 6, okay?

Sharp.

Not a minute afterwards.

That's my boy.

Yeah. That's it.

There. lt fits you

as well as it fits your father.

Are you kidding?

Much better.

Look at him.

I'm gonna send for you

as soon as I can.

Bye.

lt's all okay.

God bless you.

l gotta go.

okay.

we'll be here.

Let's go!

Next.

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Guillermo Cabrera Infante

Guillermo Cabrera Infante (Spanish pronunciation: [ɡiˈʎermo kaˈβɾeɾa imˈfante]; Gibara, 22 April 1929 – 21 February 2005) was a Cuban novelist, essayist, translator, screenwriter, and critic; in the 1950s he used the pseudonym G. Caín. A one-time supporter of the Castro regime, Cabrera Infante went into exile to London in 1965. He is best known for the novel Tres Tristes Tigres (literally: "three sad tigers", published in English as Three Trapped Tigers), which has been compared favorably to James Joyce's Ulysses. more…

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