







please see part one review. The second part follows much the same as the first and in total I was mighty relieved when the experience was over.
Where Part One had momentum and mythology, the Bolivian chapter strips everything back to mud, mist, and slow attrition. Soderbergh leans into a flatter, more drained palette: the revolutionary energy gives way to exhaustion, and any lingering romanticism gets quietly strangled in the undergrowth. It’s a bold, punishing choice, and mostly it works.
Benicio del Toro carries it on his back, doing more with silence and failing health than most actors manage with a monologue. The film never sentimentalises Che, but it keeps him at arm’s length. You watch a campaign fall apart in real time, from a cool distance that’s gripping in theory and occasionally inert in practice.
Not a comfortable watch, and that’s probably the point. Che: Part Two earns its bleakness, even if it doesn’t always earn your full attention. Half elegy, half endurance test — and depending on your tolerance, you’ll feel every inch of both.