Cuatro estaciones en La Habana

(Four Seasons in Havana)


Television film noir for grownups at its best. Dim lighting. Hookers. Liars. Cheats. Thieves. Murderers. We even get a little jazz. The soundtrack alone is worth a listen. The visuals are fantastic. We also get a firsthand look at how America has been fucking over Cuba, nothing more than a cork floating in the middle of an ocean, for generations.

/begin political rant

It pleases me greatly to see America now doing to itself what it has been doing to so many other countries for a hundred years. It’s not even using lube.

But I digress.