Carlos is a fascinating film about an even more fascinating subject. Olivier Assayas offers a thrilling and objective look at an element of the Cold War we have not seen in popular cinema: a celebrity terrorist. The sprawling, here I mean across nations and political realms, epic is very interested in facts and history, which strengthens the humanity of the titular character, inhabited by Edgar Ramirez. Despite his larger than life image and the vast political world he works in, the simple truths and small details conveyed in the film render Carlos as a character we can understand and at times relate to, not the usual caricature of an idealist (as in The Motorcycle Diaries) or faceless, evil terrorist. Yet, somewhere in the latter half of Part 2 this relatability results in a loss of Carlos’ badass veneer. In Mesrine, the other historic epic crime drama of 2010, Vincent Cassel’s character begins as a citizen, then becomes a criminal, then he begins to rationalize his crime once he reached his popular apex, but he never lost the ability to astonish you with his actions. After the OPEC hijacking, which could easily function as a standalone film, Carlos is at the top of his game, but also has lost sight of his cause. I understand that this is the point of the film: Carlos was once an inspired Marxist and became delusional about his decadent lifestyle and purpose long before he became irrelevant. But, I found it hard to believe that a group supposedly so passionate about Marxism could not see their ever heavier symbol of a leader for what he truly represented. Unlike Mesrine, those who surround Carlos do not challenge him, despite his increasingly contradictory actions and attitude, and thus fail to push his character’s depth and nuance to its potential. Despite the solid lead performance, Assayas’ beautiful and dynamic direction, and fascinating history to work from, Carlos loses steam without a meaningful character or relationship in the supporting cast.
Bottom Line: Carlos is a grand, truly exciting piece of filmmaking by a visionary director. But, Ramirez’ charismatic take on Carlos lacks the cinematic flare of other historical crime drama, by no fault of his own, because we never like or really hate him: he is delusional about his importance and beliefs (which are hard to empathize with), but nobody forces him to consider his evolving purpose even after the end of the Cold War.
8/10