An initially breezy comic soap opera, “Hurricanes” turns into a whoosh of hot air long before its droopy ending. First film by 59-year-old vet Cuban film critic Enrique Colina is intended as a straightforward crowd-pleaser, but is hampered by a spineless central character who allows himself to be used by an array of annoyingly predatory characters. Satiric jabs at familiar Cuban foibles — crumbling infrastructure, bureaucracy, nosy neighbors — feel tired. Only resonance comes from pic’s portrayal of the generation gap between graying revolutionaries and trendy kids, but even here viewpoint seems grumpy and exaggerated. Latin-friendly fests and tube slots look like the limit for this broadly played item.
After a hurricane, hunky Tomas (Mijail Mulkay) becomes an apprentice telephone technician to a disgruntled count while juggling the oppressive attentions of several women, including a pathologically possessive hairdresser, a wealthy Spanish art photographer and the count’s Goth-rock daughter. Further complicating things is Tomas’ criminal brother, whose attempts to involve him in his schemes force Tomas to weigh the merits of straight or underworld careers. But callow young man’s lack of any bearings strands the viewer and the film.