The Legend of Cocaine Island
Director - Theo Love
Rating - 3.5/5
If you knew where a bag worth $2 million was buried, would you go looking for it? That’s the moral dilemma that the new Netflix documentary, The Legend of Cocaine Island, throws at you, while it tells the story of the one man who actually did.
It is a film best experienced without having any earlier learning of the story at all; don't watch the trailer, don't peruse the Wikipedia page, nothing. Experience it as you're intended to - through the memories of probably the most questionable characters you're probably going to discover outside of an Ocean's motion picture.
It is a story that includes a low-lease road hawker nicknamed the Cuban, a considerable medication boss called Carlos, and an uncle named Rodney. Through some supernatural occurrence - a rare occasion, as Rodney likes to depict it - they meet up, joined by story spun by a flower child who professes to have shrouded $2 million worth of cocaine on a remote Puerto Rican island.
The Great Recession has quite recently hit, and the once well off Rodney - a moderately aged Florida temporary worker - has lost his 3600 square foot house and his pride. He's dependably had a propensity for opening his ways to underprivileged people, offering them cover in return of unspecialized temp jobs. This combined with his unflappable hopefulness and (some would state) questionable feeling of steadfastness, has placed him in contact with a few obscure individuals. One of them reveals to him the narrative of the sack of cocaine, and how it stays covered, very nearly two decades after whenever was first found, on a shoreline a great many miles away.
Rodney is an abnormal man, and a dynamite subject for a narrative, for example, this. As the Cuban says in one scene: the subsidence hit everybody, except what number of individuals do you realize who chose to go on a fortune chase?
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Nothing about his identity shouts 'criminal' - he is grievously overweight, practically unequipped for physical work, and seems to get by on biting tobacco or something. He appears to have based whatever information he has of medication carrying on the films he has seen. In one especially amusing digression, Rodney delays his story and merrily dispatches into a Scarface impression. Disappointed by his first endeavor, he gives himself a couple more takes. "Make proper acquaintance with my little companion," he says, obviously uninformed of his Florida complement (yet don't reveal to him that).
The Legend of Cocaine Island utilizes the fairly unforeseen system of reproducing scenes with the genuine Rodney - we see him incubating plans, flying ramshackle planes, and notwithstanding burrowing for the covered fortune. I'd envision he was chuffed at playing himself in a film, and it appears in the honest excitement of his 'execution'. Be that as it may, at no time does executive Theo Love seem to pass judgment on him. This doesn't, in any case, prevent him from taking advantage of the innate ludicrousness of this story.
He gives the film a practically mocking edge, and like the magnificent narrative The Queen of Versailles, appears to have struck the sweet spot, tonally, in catching the tragicomic idea of the Great Recession. The American Dream used to be significant of diligent work, of accommodating one's youngsters a real existence superior to anything one's own, and of an idealism - yet this appears to be totally strange in a post-retreat world, where the hallucination of having been cheated includes installed inside individuals a specific privilege.
The Legend of Cocaine Island is a reliably well-made motion picture, stunningly shot and magnificently scored, and I wouldn't be astonished if Love lands himself a major studio gig after this - a la Bart Layton, who coordinated the comparably wicked The Impostor.
Regardless of its clickbaity title and distractingly over-stylised visuals, The Legend of Cocaine Island has intriguing things to state about avarice and defilement with regards to the cutting edge world. Be that as it may, maybe the most precise depiction of this extraordinary story originates from the film itself, when a far-fetched man says towards the end, 'it resembles Walter Mitty meets Breaking Bad'.