The very last word on one of the greatest films ever made; most certainly the best to ever come from Cuba: Tomas Gutierrez Alea's 1968 masterwork, "Memories of Underdevelopment." The film is a haunting rumination by a bourgeois man trying to figure out his place in a country abandoned by the rest of his family, whether he fits in in the "new" Cuba. The movie is smart, freeform, sexy and intelligent. Part narrative, part documentary, part essay. And one of the best movies to express what it feels like to be a man, and a man alone.
The book includes the script of the movie, along with interviews with Alea, several essays on aspects of the film and the related politics, and contemporary and followup reviews by scholars and critics. I've never read all of it, but it's a superb companion by any standard. Glad to have this in my collection.