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Plowing the Sea: Arvelo’s Portrait of Famed Leader Hardly Revolutionary

Alberto Arvelo The Liberator ReviewArriving with all the earmarks of a truncated and incredibly abridged version of history in order to cram into the corset of a two hour cinematic straightjacket, Alberto Arvelo’s The Liberator unwisely attempts to chart nearly the entire life of Simon Bolivar in one dense chunk. The result is a jack hammered miasma of assorted clichés, conflating events into a romanticized exaggeration of generalization, which collapses, as these types often do, into a hellishly dull exercise more appropriate for a high school history course.

It is September 25, 1828 in Bogota and Simon Bolivar (Edgar Ramirez) has just been chased out of the bed chamber of his lady love to evade members of the Spanish monarchy. We fly back to twenty eight years earlier in time, to his period as a wealthy member of the Venezuelan elite, visiting Spain to battle Prince Ferdinand in tennis and steal the heart of future wife Maria Theresa (Maria Valverde). Her eventual death throws him into a crisis of distraction, but ultimately is the inspiration for his passion to become the military and political leader of Venezuela in order to rescue his country from the Spanish Empire. Many political maneuverings ensue right up to his death of tuberculosis, but the film explores the possibility of the many conspiracy theories that surround his death, namely assassination.

Despite its various shortcomings, The Liberator is impeccably filmed, sporting a production value worthy of something far greater. Xavi Gimenez, responsible for the distinctive beauty of Anderson’s The Machinist, Amenabar’s Agora, and Cortes’ Red Lights, captures a splendorous Venezuela. But it’s an empty, ultimately cold beauty, and one wishes the camera would just zoom off into one of its many landscape panoramas. Battle scenes are healthily, swarthily rendered, but they’re plopped down without tension or recourse, simply an action break between long bouts of politically inspired banter.

It’s surprising to note the script was penned by Timothy J. Sexton, who wrote Children of Men (2006) and the much more inspiringly rendered Cesar Chavez (2014). Perhaps it’s the period, the 1820s so far in the past that the tendency seems to be to relay the time and place as watered down romanticism, like the historical epics of the Hollywood studio era.

As Bolivar, Edgar Ramirez seems rather vacuous here, a pity considering his representation of a more modern revolutionary in Olivier Assayas’ Carlos (2010). The beret is replaced with a mane that rivals Samson’s, but his venerable brow beating of heroic ideologies always feel like nicely written, overly mannered speechifying. The film rather repetitively establishes Bolivar’s insistence on overcoming the critique that he was simply a spoiled rich boy, but does little to establish distance from that actuality.

Laughably pointed exchanges transpire in between bouts of convenient time collapse. Schooled in the rhetoric of academics, Bolivar is told they’re living the age old predicament of “oppressors against the oppressed—you’ve got to decide which side you’re on.” Later, Bolivar deduces that “the wish to be free is a natural impulse.” A smarmy Danny Huston shows up as Torkington, funneling English money into Bolivar’s revolution, but strings are, of course, attached.

The Liberator is a nicely framed, highly romanticized, and undeniably dry portrait of a revolutionary. It’s not that Bolivar’s legacy isn’t without cinematic worthiness—but there has yet to be a memorable film treatment. To his credit, Ramirez’s face heartily eclipses that of Maximillian Schell’s little seen 1969 performance.



Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes and TIFF. He is part of the critic groups on Rotten Tomatoes, The Los Angeles Film Critics Association (LAFCA), the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS) and GALECA. His top 3 for 2021: France (Bruno Dumont), Passing (Rebecca Hall) and Nightmare Alley (Guillermo Del Toro). He was a jury member at the 2019 Cleveland International Film Festival.

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