It's distractingly apparent that Wenders, a German, wishes to evade the trap of taking a glib position on Cuba's political legacy and thusly indulging an alien's unseasoned perspective, which is admirable but artistically self-defeating... There's mystery, majesty, eroticism, and despair in many of these images, which Wenders clearly believes to speak for themselves, but there's also an inchoate hollowness in this film that leaves terrific moments scattered about without a foundation.