This movie was about a Cuban writer, Reinaldo Arenas who was also a homosexual, during the time of the revolution. They did not accept anyone different than them or against the “cause”. He had to do his writing in secret and find people to smuggle his work out so that it could be published. This movie was sad to me. He was never able to just be himself. He had to hide everything, from his writing to his sexuality.
Arenas was finally able to get free from his country that would not allow him to write and move to the United States. He was free to write but fell victim to the AIDS virus. Despite all of the odds against him he was still able to write amazing work. It always seems our situations we go through in our life fuel our work. This makes for great writing when passion and belief are behind.
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