Robert Redford plays a cynical gambler who falls in love with a rich, married revolutionary, Lena Olen, during the fall of the Batista regime. This is a genuine snooze-a-rama that doesn't work on any level. It wants to be another Casablanca, but suffers from the fact that Redford is no Bogart. His Jack Weil character is too dense and whiny to take the bull by the horns. And Lena Olen, come on. How committed and noble can her character be if she's doing Redford within two days of her husband's supposed death? This film is filled with talky scenes that just go on and on and on. (As does the film itself. It is one of those beasts that refuse to die.) A major disappointment from director Sydney Pollack.
Review of Havana
