Yo soy la felicidad de este mundo

Boring even the sex scenes is wasted, even few of such did not save the movie. I forwarded to watch only sex scenes but that too was dissapointing.

To be fair, this film still has 45 minutes left as I'm writing this, so maybe it will redeem itself. And it has had the advantage of lots of gratuitous male nudity, most of it delicious.

But seriously....WTF?? Maybe if I'd done a couple of bong hits beforehand, this all would have made sense (or been tolerable). Maybe I need the ghost of Ingmar Bergman to explain it to me.

There's a bizarre "film within a film" sequence in the middle that takes up waaaaay to much time, so maybe that's throwing me off.

But good lord...think I should've just popped in some gay porn.

This is probably one of the most beautifully photographed movies I've seen. The use of light, shadow, focus, position and movement of the camera … my technical knowledge and vocabulary limit what I can say about it, but it is stunning and sensual. A successful photographic exhibition could be mounted using stills from the movie. It is very much a visual presentation and almost exclusively focused on the actors … although there are some well designed sets.

The film is designated as a drama but it might be better described as a dance production. There is only a little of what might be termed dance in the conventional, common sense, but the movement & interaction of the very graceful & attractive actors could easily be called ballet-like. Although several of the actors apparently have little previous experience in film, their performances are excellent. The directing, which might be called choreography, was equally impressive.

At one point one of the characters speaks of a movie he and some friends saw. He loved it and his friends hated it. It was, he said, an "art house" production with no dialogue and it was very long. The same could easily be said of the unfortunately titled." I Am Happiness On Earth." It is 2 hours long and there is little dialogue… although there were some scenes with background narration that reminded me of the poetry of Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

I can see why some people would be turned off by the pace and style. If you want a plot that progresses from A to B, fast- paced action and engaging dialogue, this is not the movie to watch. But if you can enjoy "art house" films, you really should watch this, at least once.

The relationships are like setting a Christmas tree on fire; hot for a moment, and then burns out fast. It's confusing to follow. The dance scenes are reminiscent of La La Land, but far less professional. They don't really fit into the general storyline, save for the character's profession. It seemed to me like a very amateur attempt at porn. The description of the movie interested me; the product itself was nothing short of a disappointment.

The movie comes off as a Mexican David Lynch lite production with a dollop of 'artistic' nudity and sex thrown in for good measure. The characters for the most part are unlikeable, using each other in their own self destructive ways, so much so that you end up feeling sorry for no-one, even the young dancer who is able to walk away having come to terms with the painfully brief yet passionate affair. The deliberate use of circular moving camera work clearly meant to evoke something but this viewer was left none the wiser. When employed, a movie within a movie usually has some sort of analogy to the real life characters experiences but here again I was left stumped and it felt forced in for no apparent reason but to be strange in and of itself. Lynchian this was not but tried so hard to be, a la Mullholland Drive.