Las alucinaciones de Ágata

I wasn't too sure what to make of this movie - I kept seeing the box in the video store, I had the soundtrack that John Zorn composed, but had never gotten around to seeing it until recently. Whilst some of the acting is a little heavy-handed, the story kept me going even though I basically knew nothing about the movie in advance.

This is one of the worst films I've ever seen. Apart from the immensely irritating soundtrack and god-awful acting, there's also the completely retarded scenes in which Agatha reads Jo's diary aloud (I'm not sure which of these is stupider; the one where she spins on her chair non-stop so the director has an 'interesting' shot or the one where as soon as all her colleagues have left a meeting she starts reading aloud in the boardroom) and pretty much nothing to recommend this film whatsoever.

There's also the ridiculous casting of butch ladies in a ridiculous amount of the secondary roles; how many old-school pawn shops do you know that are run by muscular blondes with spikey hair?

Seriously, this sucks worse than any other film I can think of. It seems to exist solely to give queer theorists something to talk about.

There was nothing erotic or provocative about this movie. It felt more like a dissertation on how jealousy is created. Save yourself the pain of watching or even listening to this movie.