Entre les jambes

When I read the title and a short description in a Budapest program magazine, I prepared for a darkly erotic love story. "Entre las piernas" did have such elements, of course, but still turned out to be something completely different.

As soon as the (beautifully designed) titles started, it became evident for me that this film was going to be a hommage to Hitchcock an his films. The same everyday beginning that entails lots of unexpected turns; the same play with identity and culpability, the same insecure atmosphere where things happen to the characters that destroy their everyday world - even the music was Bernard Herrmann-style! Of course, directing and camerawork were not at all on the same level than in Hitchcock's films, but the perfect screenplay was indeed. The actors were also great and seemed to like their roles. I didn't like Javier Bardem in "Before Night Falls" but here he was really cute... :)

I would absolutely recommend this film to everyone who likes clever psychological thrillers and also to all people who love Hitchcock's films and are familiar with his work.

The point that sex can become a dangerous addiction is not made in a very convincing manner in this film. After starting with a session of a class for curing sexual addiction, the movie focuses on a variety of problems faced by most of the characters, none of whom are very interesting people. At two hours or more the film drags along. Attempts at injecting suspense are pitifully weak. The viewer does think of what Hitchcock would have done with this material, beginning with a clean straight story line, but in the end all one can think is "I saw Hitchcock suspense films and this has no Hitchcock suspense, only clumsy attempts at imitation." A final question: when the leading lady boards the plane holding her little dog is that a suggestion that she will continue taking the dog out when she seeks another man? That everything will continue in much the same way?

... the Crying Game, and a few other pieces of current day cinema, he just might come up with such a little gem.

This work manages to lovingly captivate the audience which misses dear old Alfred. From the smartly nuanced opening credits, through the twists and turns of post-reveal story structure, to bringing the whole thing to a close using the ambivalent actions by *both* male leads- not masterful, but deft, and compelling. Nifty stuff.

I can see Hollywood attempting a remake (a la Vanilla Sky) and completely bolloxing it up, too.

Erotic, but not so much as the title and cover art might have you think-the title should actually be translated as "Between the Legs," a sort of comment on what kind of trouble the libido can stir up.

Confusing it wasn't, as a second viewing (well worth it) confirmed. Subtitles are adequate and a capacity for Spanish no necesita.

PS The "distasteful rape scene" mentioned in one comment baffles me and must have been a figment to that reviewer. The character was actually suffering what could be called a post traumatic stress flashback. It rang true to that character, and was necessary as the device to explain what really went on in the previous 01:50 of screen time. Held me right to the end.

If this was intended as a tribute to the great Alfred Hitchcock, this is simply disgusting: in fact, there are many obvious quotations (the opening credits, the first scene with the little girl screaming like in Marnie, the other one who believes to be already dead, remembering us Madeleine in "Vertigo", the music, etc, etc). Nonetheless, where Hitch's films are deep and fascinating, this one is just a sample of the lowest-grade cinema. It is outrageous towards Hitchcock, to say the least, showing that the director of the film either is not capable of understanding anything about the greatness of A. Hitchcock, either is simply a bad director. 0 / 10

"Between Your Legs" is a provocative title for a less than provocative film which may wear you out with its busy, convoluted tale and anticlimactic conclusion. The film tells of a man and a woman who meet in a "sexaholics anonymous" meeting and become involved in deceit, betrayal, sex, murder, suicide, and a whole bunch of yadayadayada. Although this film features some fine Spanish actors and is a well composed and stylish shoot, the story is just too much ado about too little with insufficient payoff. Forget the title as it has nothing to do with anything is this drama which could have been about the undoing of a man because of sexual addiction or a murder mystery or even cheap sexual sensationalism but instead plays out like so much busy work with little to praise, little to fault, and very little to care about. Not recommended for nonSpanish speakers. (C+)