Sexo, pudor y lágrimas

Yes. I'll admit it. I believed all the hype surrounding this piece of work, about the trials and tribulations of 6 people, living in Mexico City concerning their sexual lives. And so, I was really expecting to finally see a Mexican movie (in ages) that was both popular and interesting to watch. Unfortunately the film was utterly disappointing. The story presents us with two couples, both with very obvious marital problems. When a third party comes into the life of each couple, their problems reach a pivotal point. Or absolute absurd. The plot then turns into a battle of the sexes. The stance taken by each group (yes, they literally group, girls with girls and boys with boys) is blatantly stupid and childish (I guess the humor was supposed to be there). And it all goes from bad to worse. The performances range from good (Miss Zavaleta) to mediocre (Mr Bichir), with Serrano doing an acceptable job on his opera prima. However, the flat circumstances that make up the plot, the one-dimensional characters, the very poor (if not stupid) perception of what sex represents in a mature relationship etc, make the movie fail. Miserably. SPyL has had an (impressive) good reception at the box-office. Believe the hype at your own risk.

In Mexico, the insecure writer Carlos (Víctor Huggo Martin) and his mate, the photographer Ana (Susana Zabaleta), are in crisis of relationship, and lodge for a period in Carlos' apartment their common friend and ex-lover of Ana, Tomas (Demian Bichir), who was traveling around the world for the last years. On the building in the other side of the street, the unfaithful executive Miguel (Jorge Salinas) and his sterile wife and former model Andrea (Cecilia Suárez) are having a troublesome life, and they lodge the former passion of Miguel, the zoologist Maria (Mónica Dionne). After confusions and misunderstandings, the women move together to Miguel's flat, while the men stay together in Carlos' place, disclosing secrets and beginning a war of sexes, where some of them will be hurt.

What a delightful movie "Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas" is! Funny, erotic, dramatic, tragic, very well directed, with magnificent lines, gorgeous and sexy actress and good actors, and a cast that shows an excellent chemistry. One year ago, I saw the same story in the Brazilian movie "Sexo, Amor e Traição" (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376873/usercomments-3), but in that occasion I did not know this Mexican original story. The Brazilian remake is basically shot frame by frame, with modifications in the genre story (dramatic in the Mexican, romantic in the Brazilian), but I highly recommend this excellent Mexican dramatic comedy, better and better than the Brazilian romantic comedy version. My vote is eight.

Title (Brazil): "Sexo, Pudor e Lágrimas" ("Sex, Shame and Tears")

Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas is with out question one of México's finest films to date. One tiny detail: dialogs are still a bit off timing...

See... when you're wrestling a friend to the floor YOU DO NOT expose your philosophy on love while you beat his brains out!

There is a scene in the movie in which something like such happens.

Actors do a marvelous job! One of the best I've seen anywhere.

I FULLY RECOMMEND YOU SEE IT. You'll have fun and probably find out which of the guys or galls is you... or how many of them live in you.

I didn't find this movie so interesting.

The main conflict takes time to appear, which makes it a bit tedious at first, the way the story is told does not seem interesting to me because the way of the meaning of love unfolds does not seem to me to be the right one, the ending seems a bit disconcerting to me since they are interpreted as toxic love relationships. But the acting is good, the character development is decent, and the humor is funny at times.

It's not a bad movie, but it seems to me that the execution on exposing the meaning of love I don't think it's the right one, sometimes it seems more toxic than love, but it can't be denied that this movie is a starting point for a new era of Mexican cinema.

In its context, Sexo, Pudor, y Lagrimas IS groundbreaking... I personally dislike the film, but I recognise its importance; seldom had this dialogue been uttered in Spanish in Mexican screens. Yet it is exactly there that the problem lies, I suppose: while some of the ideas espoused are valid, it would be disingenuous to say they are fresh.

A lot of it has a nagging, self-congratulatory feel, and the blend of philosophical reflection with farce would be better left to a seasoned filmmaker such as Woody Allen. For something that aspires to be so authentic, it feels stilted and irrelevant; it brings nothing new to the table. In hindsight, given the film's ambitions, the execution (poorly written characters, contrived situations, overly obvious--show, not tell, right?--points) seems all too... vulgar.

The salvation: good performances, especially from Cecilia Suarez, who provides some of the few genuine moments in this otherwise pretentious mess.