Cuba

It's "Hispanic Heritage Month", a 31-day long pseudocelebration which, along with Black History month, makes a mockery of anything on US soil that is not Anglophilic.

I loathe the term 'hispanic' so much that I am willing to bring to you 31 reasons why Latin American culture is not mired in 'Hispanic' colonialist nostalgia; and what better way to start that than with a little taste of Nueva Trova.

One of the most outrageous pieces of misinformation spread about Fidel Castro is that he somehow has ruled in a complete political vaccum. Americans love to infantilize anybody they deem lesser (ie: a minority) to their cause and since 1959 they've spent a remarkable amount of ink describing Cubans as a country of cowering, uneducated twits who have been easily manipulated by "The Bearded Demon".

Cuban society and culture is much more complex than that and nobody embodies this distinction so well as Silvio Rodriguez.

Silvio is considered one of the pioneers of the Movimiento de Nueva Trova, the Cuban equivalent of the Nueva Canción movement that was sweeping Latin America back in the 1970s and 80s.

Let's just say that I should have gone to see Dream Girls instead. This three hour-long attempt to give a historical account of the birth of the CIA made my butt fall asleep in the theatre at best. The plot is disjointed, and Angelina is utterly unconvincing as a disheartened uppercrust housewife of the 50s. Matt Damon's stoic performance confirms that he should just stick to the screenwriting and leave the acting to Leonardo. This boy seriously lacks versatility. Better wait for this one to come out on DVD.