
1964 · Mikheil Kalatozishvili
How I Am Cuba has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Rejected on release by both its co-producers — Cubans found it exoticizing, Soviets found it insufficiently rousing — it sat in obscurity for three decades until a 1995 US re-release presented by Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola turned it into a canonical object of cinephile awe.
The eternal I Am Cuba debate: is it pure cinema that transcends its propaganda brief, or gorgeous 'empty formalism' — style so overwhelming it swallows the politics it was built to serve?
Its impossible tracking shots — the camera descending from a rooftop bar straight into a swimming pool, or floating out of a cigar factory window over a funeral procession — are among the most referenced camera moves ever, with filmmakers like Paul Thomas Anderson openly riffing on the pool shot in Boogie Nights.
A permanent fixture on 'greatest cinematography of all time' lists and a Letterboxd rite of passage — the film people show you when they want to prove the camera can do anything.