“Love and Laundry” is a trifling Hallmark card of a film, a love letter of sorts from an old Cuban man to his wife of 60 years. It would make a sweet little commercial for say, Viagra. It would probably even make a lovely prologue to a film about a lusty, youthful romance under a blazing Cuban sun. But what it doesn’t quite make is exactly what it is, a short documentary. With a running time of under ten minutes, “Love and Laundry” is at least mercifully short enough to quell any disgruntled outbursts that may have been revving. It’s not that the film isn’t well made or that I don’t care a whole bunch about a very poor, but very happy old man telling the cherished tale of how he met the love of his life. (Actually, I really don’t care.) It’s just that the film is well, kind of pointless on its own. Ok, sure, I guess it’s nice to be reminded once in a while that true love conquers all, even old age and economic status. I might even be persuaded into hearing this couple’s full story someday, if a longer film was ever made of it. “Love and Laundry” however, is not much more than a tease, and not a particularly compelling one at that.
