Being the dirty little liberal that I am, I simply had to watch a movie about everyone’s favorite communist to grace a t-shirt.   Hence, the Che Guevera biopic The Motorcycle Diaries.  I meant to write a lot more but it all came out garbled the first time I tried so I’ll reform my thoughts in a briefer manner.  Basically, this is one of those movies that you watch and think “that was a very good movie”, this isn’t neccesarily a good thing, however.  After truly great (or even truly very good) movies you don’t say “that was good” you say things like “holy shit that kicked ass” or “can you believe it when that dude’s head fucking exploded?”.  Diaries was not super kick ass. Instead, it falls into that broad category of movies (which are released in bunches at this time of year, just in time for Oscar judging) that are well made, well acted, critically aclaimed and utterly forgotten within two years.  I never quite know how to react to these movies, I mean I liked it, but I wouldn’t rave to my friends about it or buy it or any of those extra steps that a truly good movie motivates me to do.  The final word, basically is that it’s a good movie, better then most and I certainly recommend it, but, if it fails to leave a lasting impression in your brain, don’t come after me with a pitchfork.