The Lost City Page #7

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


what's in the bag?

only what I need.

open it.

Man of taste.

what's this?

Home movies.

There's my camera.

open it.

l wanna photograph

the injustice of American life.

Stretch out your arms.

Empty your pockets.

Ring and watch, take them off.

Put it in here.

Sir?

lnside.

Take it off.

This watch belonged to my father.

Belonged is correct.

ln here.

what's this?

A memento.

Hmm.

You worms are strange.

Not yet gone, and you're

already carrying souvenirs.

You can't take Cuba

with you, you know.

Free to go.

Next.

This is willis Conover

of the Voice of America

bringing you The Music of Freedom.

Forthose of you in limbo

out there, here is the Duke

and saxophone

is Coleman Hawkins

with Limbo Jazz.

who is it?

Room service.

So when did you leave?

Better ask

when did I escape.

Semantics, my friend,

is made up of antics.

I'm glad to see you.

lt can only mean

that you're lonely.

Lonely is the best word.

when a man is truly lonely,

even a light bulb is good company.

Actually, I'm masquerading

as an exile.

well, your impersonation

is quite good.

I'm still in Cuba.

where do you think I am,

Jersey City?

Joe DiMaggio.

Minnie Minoso.

He looks in.

Yeah, you latched on that one.

Hmm, where we going?

El Dragon Rojo,

a Cuban-Chinese restaurant

which is neither.

But they are under

the illusion I'm a writer.

Madam.

oh, madam.

what would you like today?

My usual please.

Beluga caviarto start.

For an entre, pheasant tongues

marinated in vin de sauternes.

Smyrna figs for dessert,

and a bottle of Veuve Cliquot

chilled, not merely cold, please.

Fried rice and bananas fortwo.

Yes, the special, please,

but bring it right away.

we haven't eaten

since the revolution.

Did you know that Cuba

is half white,

half black, and half Chinese?

That's three halves.

Everything is coming

in threes these days, even halves.

which half are you?

Half owner.

Should have been

a stand-up comedian.

l may hold you to that.

l can't help you.

I'm just a former cabaret owner.

once a cabaret owner,

always a cabaret owner.

or is it once a former

cabaret owner,

always a former cabaret owner?

Fico.

Take a break, chico.

Time to suffer.

Good one.

Thank you.

Ahem.

Thank you.

Look, Fico,

I've been...

I've been thinking.

You know, it bothers me

to see you, Fico Fellove,

working in the kitchen.

Nonsense.

Now, I've told you before

l appreciate the work.

well, anyway, I was thinking.

what if I set up

a piano in the cafe?

would you be interested in...

Unfortunately, the pay

would be the same,

but plus tips.

whateveryou need. Hmm?

You know I appreciate it.

Mm.

I'd like to keep this job, too.

l need the extra money.

I'm trying to bring my family.

Enough said.

Enough said.

To free Cuba.

Salud.

Salud.

The present

you are living in is so thin,

you could squeeze it

underneath a door.

The trouble with exile is exile.

Thank you.

l have a solution.

This pretty lady's torch

is Aladdin's lamp.

Aladdin's lamp.

And it will grant

any wish in your life.

l wish I could relive it.

You can by rebuilding it.

will you work for me?

Free drinks?

Done.

Gentlemen, time to suffer.

The door was open.

You know, the thing I love

most about New York

is that you're always

running into old friends.

You know why we're friends?

Because we don't believe

in coincidences.

Please sit down.

You may considerme an enemy,

but I've always considered

you a friend, Federico.

l may at times have lost

my patience at times,

but neverwith a man I respect

and that respects me in kind.

How we doing there, Joe?

Flirting. Good.

Take your hat off.

Ah, she was a beautiful thing,

Havana.

we should have known she was a...

a heartbreaker.

And here we are.

lt's bashert

destiny.

Now, listen.

Listen hard.

l didn't bomb your place, kid.

That's not my style.

okay?

May I have an egg cream?

Chocolate syrup, cold milk.

Spritz the seltzer until

it foams up over the top.

No.

And a bit of rum, yes?

Yeah. An egg cream.

what's your name?

l neverthought you'd ask.

My offer's still open.

A new club.

Las Vegas.

Nevada.

No humidity.

Don't answer.

Think about it.

You know?

You know, even in rejection

lead me on a little bit, hmm?

Don't break my heart...

just yet.

You like egg cream.

Yes, I like egg creams.

And I'm not crazy

about humidity, either.

You give my regards

to your family.

You have the ingredients right.

There's an art

with the seltzer spritz.

Your chocolate

goes at the bottom

with milk overit,

and then you spritz straight down,

but then you spritz

around the glass

until it rises to the top.

Always a pleasure, Lansky.

l mean Mr. Meyer.

Love your wieners.

Bueno,Fico.

Good night.

okay, have a good time.

keys are in the back.

Have a good time.

Good night, Mrs. Calabash,

whereveryou are.

Gentlemen, don't burn

the place down.

Did you ever

have the feeling

that you wanted to go?

Did you ever

have the feeling

that you wanted to stay?

Go, stay, go, stay, go...

ooh.

That's a go, isn't it?

Madam, always a pleasure.

Give my regards

to the pigeons.

why are you here?

I'm here...

with our dedication

to United Nations.

Do you have time for some coffee?

I'm sorry you left.

There was nothing left

for me in Havana.

Yes, I know.

You lost your club.

No, that's not

what I meant.

You sound bitter.

Not at all.

l have no money...

but I feel...

as though I'm worth more

than I ever was.

would it do any good

to say I'm sorry?

No, not really.

Try at least to understand me.

I've understood more

than you could explain.

why don't you come back

to Cuba with me?

Because it's dangerous...

for my soul.

l see you still do not

believe in causes.

well, I don't have

a loyalty to a lost cause.

But I do have a loyalty

to a lost city.

And that's my cause and my curse.

Please don't hate me, then.

I'll never hate you.

I'll always love you.

why can't you love me there?

Too big of a price to pay.

Be well.

Stop crying.

You can always love me here.

Remember that.

You're so beautiful.

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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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