Why Do They Call It Love When They Mean Sex?

This Jorge Sanz starrer is one of the most popular of the myriad of comedies Spain produced in the 1990s. It is also quite good, and very much worth watching, especially for Sanz and Veronica Forque (KIKA), two of the country's best actors.

I only saw some of this because the state TV in Spain is not even able to sort out what they advertise and what they actually put on: the title alone and the names of the leading actors are enough to put me off, anyway. Forqué is repulsive, and Jorge Sanz as the "beautiful boy" in everything he does is neither actor nor stomachable. The film is hardly above pornographic level, has a really stupid story, and is most definitely to be missed at all costs, unless you are in the back row with your girlfriend and can totally forget about anything happening on screen. Rosa María Sardá, who should never have been in this film at all, is normally a more serious actress, but must have been a bit hard up for paying her taxes or something; more or less the same can be said of Fernando Castro. So if you like a story which is supposedly a parody farse on the sex-world but really only turns out to be pathetically farsical, which shows lots of feminine curves and Jorge Sanz's attributes, by all means, go ahead, watch: everybody is masochistically free to choose his own torture.

While reminiscent of the very first works of Almodovar, this movie lacks their comedic energy and uniqueness. It's basically just a silly comedy of errors with some sexy elements, and it gets tired long before the ending.