This
three-part, six-hour film was also released in an abridged single-film format
(unseen by me), and although it admittedly takes detours from the known
historical record, it is the most comprehensive and honest depiction of the
infamous terrorist’s career to date.
Dubbed ‘Carlos the Jackal’ for no valid reason by a sensationalist
press, since the 70s Carlos has attained almost mythic status, frequently
credited with terrorist acts that he had nothing to do with, (such as the
Munich Olympics and the plane high-jacking that ended in Uganda). Comprising the whole middle act of the film,
Carlos’ taking hostage of OPEC members was his only real success, and even that
was only marginally so. In the title
role, Edgar Ramirez portrays Carlos as steely, vain, passionate, and unconcerned
about his tastes seeming contradictory to his philosophy. For example, though a devout Marxist, he made
no effort to hide his enjoyment of the finer things in life, things not
available to the oppressed he claimed to be fighting to liberate. Personally, I felt the film might’ve been
stronger at 4-5 hours rather than six, as – (like so many biographical films) –
the protracted “later years” strain a bit due to lack of dramatic progress and
the necessity of aging the actors. This
is a minor quibble, though, as the entire film is compelling. It’s only real weakness is director Assayas’
insistence of backing it with pop/rock songs that match neither the mood nor
the milieu of what’s happening on screen.

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