Calle 54

I loved it. There are some amazing musical sequences and achievement in this film. It's probably not of much interest to people who aren't into music, but if you enjoy a bit of Jazz then feast your ears on this. The filmwork leaves a little to be desired but you don't really notice because the music is so good.

Calle 54 is a small gem for music lovers. Well structured and easy to follow, it allows the viewer to get lost in the beautiful and evocative sounds of Latin Jazz. Special and rare appearances by the greats of the genre make the film even more unique.

For the jazz lovers, this is a must. Fabulous musicians doing their thing. The highlight being Michel Camilo in a performance which caused our audience to erupt in appreciative applause. Oh to see him perform live!!! Worth watching the movie for that performance alone.

"Calle 54", named after New York's 54th street where most of the studio filming was done, is a gift from director Fernando Trueba ("Belle Epoque") to lovers of Latin Jazz everywhere. The film features 90 minutes of music by some of the idiom's finest artists with bonus material including a director's voice over offering brief commentary and bio's on the featured artists and interviews which trace the origins of Latin jazz in general and Afro-Cuban jazz specifically. Artistry includes la musica picante of Tito Puente in his final weeks to the haunting sax of Gato Barbieri. However, such notables a Arturo Sandoval, Poncho Sanchez, etc. more were not included leaving plenty of room and yearning for another installment. A must see/hear for Latin jazz lovers. (B+)

This is a fine collection of performances. I enjoyed Tito Puente's segment most--it's a nice farewell to a great musician. He evokes the men who preceded him, like Mario Bauza, Machito and Chano Pozo (whose conga playing on records with Dizzy Gillespie was a great joy of my teenage years). Bebo Valdes was also wonderful; alone, or in duets with his son Chucho or with Cachao. The only sour note was provided by the schlockmeister Gato Barbieri, purveying dull world music (does anybody remember the soundtrack album for Last Tango In Paris? that was great make-out music from Gato).

I liked this a lot more than Carlos Saura's banal flamenco and tango films, which were the last gasps of a dying filmmaker.