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I watched The Motorcycle Diaries in fits and starts. Yes, that kind of does not allow for one strong lingering lasting feeling. Notwithstanding that, I would rate this movie as easily among the best I have ever seen. Several critics have apparently noted the "uneventfulness" of the movie. I think they could not miss the point more. At a very basic level, the movie fills you with a near-immediate urge to travel. Not out of an itinerary, but travel linked to your specific interests, travel that is all about improvization, travel that widens your horizons in whatever you take an interest in, be it love or leprosy. Then, the travel itself. The journey in the movie opens your eyes to South America in a different age, and the series of influences that could convert an average medical student to an unifying force for a continent. This movie should be made mandatory viewing for studying the "right" kind of influences towards having political aspirations. Somehow, the simple concerns of adequacy and safety when the journey begins, fade away into the distance, and the viewer is left with an experience and message of a lifetime.