this skillful and soulful film be shoot mostly in closeup and the face of the people and the hand do their work . roast peanut and line track . at night some of them go out and participate in nightlife or cultural activity . there a burst of life in an otherwise lifeless existence . but there an overwhelming feeling of myopia and the camera seldom pull back to give a wider view . i take this to parallel the necessary myopia of have to live in a totalitarian state . you do not want to be to aware of the context . there always the cdr and the spy and the informant ready to report any anti government activity or conversation . good concentrate on your work . a tv be go in one of the house and a clip of a fidel rally be play endlessly and watch by only by a very old woman who may or may not be blind . a large lighted sign over the city read and revolucion . the letter be fade and the accent on the o be unlit . this have to be intentional on the part of the filmmaker . the revolution have fail . toward the end you see two guy sit at night in the rain with the statue of john lennon and the forlorn hope and dream for freedom and spontaneity . at the very end wave crash on the seawall the world be push in and how long can cuba hold it off .