It’s inside the ancient studio’s walls that Wenders’ film snaps to. His camera finds an astonishing sight: two beautiful Afro-Cuban singers of a certain age, facing each other behind two old microphones… The pair, matching their voices’ timbres with easeful grace, sing in rounded Cuban Spanish about silence and love and death. They wear expressions at once tender and serious as they gaze bemusedly at each other and the lush notes between them. The camera, as if transfixed, slowly circles them.
April 18, 2017