If you're into magical realism of Gabriel Garcia Marquez you've struck pure gold with this one. Otherwise you'd be into a movie demanding your patience. As it usually is the case with book adaptations there will be those claiming how the movie is better or worse than the book. But i always ignore this and observe the movie as a story of its own.
Memoria de mis putas tristes offers some images we grew accustomed to when discussing Latin America. The city (or country) depicted is run by wealthy men who gather in brothels to enjoy some quality time. It is the atmosphere you'd expect in European capitals before WWI which somehow survived in this enclave a lot longer. Eventually, you'd admire the stamina of these men, since they shoot at all that moves even outside the aforementioned establishment.
Yet the greatest obstacle to them all seems to be falling in love, which the main protagonist delayed almost until his last breath. Whether this should imply something about all Latin American men i can't tell, yet the main character is a sad emotional weakling that is for some reason admired by all women he came across.
Memoria de mis putas tristes offers some images we grew accustomed to when discussing Latin America. The city (or country) depicted is run by wealthy men who gather in brothels to enjoy some quality time. It is the atmosphere you'd expect in European capitals before WWI which somehow survived in this enclave a lot longer. Eventually, you'd admire the stamina of these men, since they shoot at all that moves even outside the aforementioned establishment.
Yet the greatest obstacle to them all seems to be falling in love, which the main protagonist delayed almost until his last breath. Whether this should imply something about all Latin American men i can't tell, yet the main character is a sad emotional weakling that is for some reason admired by all women he came across.