Desire

Great photography... The rest just Argentine cinema

I'm not sure what the message is here. Is it that South Americans are as horny and twisted as the rest of us in the Northern hemisphere? Maybe it's a message that messed up parents make messed up kids? Whatever. The message is pointless. The only thing worth watching this for is the cinematography. It's a beautifully shot film in a very beautiful location. There's so much color and clarity in the picture that it's almost hard to suspend your disbelief that it's set in the 70s.

I wish I could give this film a zero-star rating. One does not simply watch Desire (Desearás al hombre de tu hermana) - no, no, no, no, no. Desire is a film that one must endure. To put it simply, this movie is among the very worst of what cinema has to offer. If that's what you've been searching for, look no further. There are 1) no redeeming qualities whatsoever and 2) nothing compelling about the film. However, every time I see a film, I learn something, so I always enjoy seeing a film regardless of whether or not the film is 'good' or 'bad'. Now, in this circumstance, I must say that if I've learned but one thing, it's that everyone involved in making this film should be ashamed of themselves, with the exception of the child actresses - and especially the parents of those children, because those kids had no say in whether they wanted to be a part of this unholy mess. And I'm sure they had no idea what they were taking part in. Not only this, but I fear that they may grow up ashamed of their roles, though I hope they do not. It isn't their fault. This film is disgusting and positively lifeless. I've seen many disturbing films - grotesque, even - but this film is repugnant, repulsive, abominable. Never before have I seen a film that, while I sat there, thought "I really would prefer if every copy of this film and every trace of it was wiped from existence." It's the only movie I've ever seen that I think one could argue is a declaration of war on cinema itself. I couldn't tell whether the film was trying to be funny and lampoon other erotic films, or whether the film was supposed to have 'that' type of humor. Being that it was the first result when I typed in "erotic" in Netflix's search menu, I incorrectly assumed it would be worth viewing. I couldn't have been more wrong. I simply wanted to explore a genre of films I don't normally watch, and this is what was waiting for me: what is, without a doubt (and without hyperbole), the worst film I have ever seen. In that way, this film reminds me of imitation sushi, always there waiting to be eaten by you . . . Even readily available to you. Yet, when you take a bite you simply confirm all your misgivings, reluctance, and reservations. In other words, don't try it.

There is nothing to this film, that is why the used that controversed scene involving children in the beginning, just to stir-up some scandal and get known.

This movie could be best described as what we Argentinians call a "bazofia" (piece of shit). Our cinema is funded by a corrupt organisation called INCAA which never heps developing or underground artists who have interesting proposals to offer. No. Instead, it finances mediocre directors such as Diego Kaplan who as an opportunist, casts a model who has been lately in the news because of an affair she was victim to. The problem is, the girl can´t act, she is stiff, unexpresive almost to the point of making you cringe. The rest of the cast is no better (well, maybe a tad better).The movie tries to be controversial, sensual and a little pervert but fails in every department. It is not even soft porn.

Bearing a failed composition taken from vintage love novels, the movie takes the fight of feminism and insults it in very way. The representation is shameful and so is the script, the "humour", the "drama" and everything else. This is really a hideous spectacle.

I can't begin to imagine the feeling of hundreds of talented Argentinian cinematographers who have to see movies like this being made and exported while their budget is not even enough to finish their productions. Meanwhile, the arts institute of Argentina (INCAA) run by ignorants, money grabbers and corrupt politicians is looking for the next yellow celebrity to produce in a haste the next horror show.