Neruda

Most of all, it is about the transforming power of art, how Neruda's own works fire the artistic sensibilities...

This smart, whimsical, extremely quirky and devilishly entertaining portrait of the poet is far from being a traditional biography but it joyfully celebrates the spirit of the man and his momentous times.

There's a comic edge to [Gael Garcia Bernal's] performance that steals the movie. In his bumbling, hapless way, he's a more sympathetic character than Neruda himself.

Breathtaking cinematography, but focusing the narrative from Garcia'a character's point of view would have been far more compelling.

It's almost there. But not quite. Not quite.

Sweeping, poignant, bizarre, funny and unique.

Neruda’s shining star is Luis Gnecco, who brings the poet back to life. The energy that seduces the crowds gathered to hear his incarnation of the maestro recite verse extends to the film audience.

Sunk by arbitrary visual retread and intolerable voiceover, Neruda is a failure of great ambition.

Neruda has no answers for these questions but it asks them in a moving way that sometimes feels like a new achievement in the abilities of narrative.

A persistently creative, sometimes phantasmagorical rumination not on Neruda himself (to call the film a biopic would be an unfortunate, if understandable error), but on the nature of his legend.