What a waste of my time!!!

The movie is wonderful and true, an act of love in all its contradictions and complexity

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

There is definitely an excellent idea hidden in the background of the film. Unfortunately, it's difficult to find it.

this is one of the most beatiful movie than ever seen,about the relation chip betewn latinoamericans and u.s.a.goverments,Dean stokwell was great like a american soldier,director miguel littin is like a poet of pain and hope in the humans beings.

I actually liked this movie....but after reading other comments, I'm wondering what happened to me. Was I hypnotized? Was it because I was reading subtitles? I truly did care about the little boy in this film. And the scenes of war in this Central American country were heartwrenching. Really hit me hard. Am I a fool for propaganda? Was I being played like a violin? I also thought Dean Stockwell was great in his role as the American chopper pilot. I especially loved his drunk scene - uh, maybe because it reminded me of all the fights I used to have with my ex.....the one lighthearted moment in a film filled with heavy sorrows.

Miguel Littin shows to us as by means of the collectivity is possible to reach the freedom. The film is developed in a jungle in Nicaragua, where there is a boy with the name of Alsino that dreams about flying, dreams about being free. The films shows all the ways that Alsino looks for the freedom, beginning with the freedom offered by countries of the first world; later with which Alsino thinks that it is freedom; later with the freedom offered by Capitalism; and finally account that the freedom is only obtained being united to its community, becoming Manuel. Also it is important to emphasize the position that Littin gives the woman, where the sample as it leaves from the fight in the search of the freedom.

Its obvious political biases aside, this movie was terribly made and impossible to follow. Scenes were pieced together as if someone had cut up the reel, scattered the tape on the ground, and given the director only five minutes to tape it back together in no particular order. When characters were in doubt for dialogue, which was often, unnecessary profanity was used liberally. The movie didn't make sense, it preached incessantly, and it had the same entertainment value as cutting off your own finger. Alsino can keep his condor, thank you.