eXXXorcismos

This is one of the worst "art" films I've ever seen. The story, about a man who contacts his dead lover in a haunted mall, is inconsequential since 40 minutes of its 78 minute running time is a monologue by the lead actor filmed as a straight-on head shot. Any actor, from Olivier to Richard Burton, couldn't sustain an audience's interest over that length of time. This monologue eventually ends with a sex scene between the man and his dead love, but this sequence is filmed so far out of focus that they appear to be two protoplasm trying to divide under a microscope. Other than serving as a replacement for over-the-counter sleep aids, eXXXorcismos has no reason to exist. Seventy-eight minutes never seemed so long!

Ok, it's like a play, without a film adaptation. From the beginning we notice that everything will unfold slowly ... It continues with a long monologue about actions in the past, (which could have been shown instead of said). After that, the first lovers' encounter would have deserved a little more FX, at least ... And finally, the words almost completely end and the actions prevail (sex, blood, etc.) until the end. Anyway, the nude and sex scenes seemed hot to me, as did the bodies of both actors ... On the other hand, the monologues and dialogues are written in a somewhat old-fashioned way (interesting to me). So in the end, it's not a great movie, but it's not a disaster either.

Contrived and self-important. The movie starts up with lazy, uncreative exposition in the form of a never-ending monologue by Spindola who hams it up like the best. This shows what will be a recurring theme in the movie, characters ceaselessly speechifying and reciting a inorganic speech written by a man who doesn't know how people really talk.

It's also quite disappointing that a movie with so much crass graphic nudity doesn't even manage to summon a fifth of the passion and eroticism any Almodovar film has, he didn't need to show one set of genitals to convey the raw sexuality of the characters. It's just laziness and shock where flair should be.

Alberto Estrella is the only who doesn't surrender fully to the director's mediocre vision and does the best with what he's given, but in the end it's not really enough.