Acts of Love

The subject matter is fairly universal - the frustration of your beloved not loving you back in the way you want, and the existential loneliness it triggers. Most people would choose to drink, seek casual sex etc... Our director is an artist, and chooses to make a film.

There's definitely interesting bits beyond the titillating set up that involves real sex and sexual tension. All these different people come in, and as the project progresses, we see how different expectations, subtle manipulations, desires and different levels of hypocrisy clashe and dissipate. There's no surprise. We all see what we want to see, and at the end of it is miscommunication and broken connection - existential loneliness, in one word.

Many (including director's mother) seem to find it uncomfortable to see the director dares to turn this process into a work, but I think it's rather common for a young artist to display so much self-consciousness and ambition -the belief he could turn his life into an art-. My criticism lies in that he remains unclear what he wants and where he goes with this project. The only thing clear is his longing and obsession for his lover in Mexico City. When he is so preoccupied with him, it's no surprise that he fails to connect to any of the participants, to the project itself and ultimately to himself.

I hope Isidor reaches certain clarity with more experience, age and deeper contemplation. Then 'Acts of Love' would be viewed as a little remnant of his process, a brain storm of his art and life.

I've never understood art very well. So if this movie is a form of art, then you must excuse me for not getting any meaning in it. To me it's just a bunch of nothingness. Just like the mother said to him, it's just a bunch of meaningless meetings with several men. There's no moral lesson to learn from it, no messages to receive from it. Even until the end of the film. It's just a big fat nothing to me. Sorry, but if you want me to honestly rate it, then this is my answer.

I don't normally write reviews because I'm not very good at writing but I noticed the other reviews here and just wanted to say my part. I'm a straight woman and I loved this movie. I feel different having seen it, like it opened up my eyes to ways I've loved and been loved in the past. I saw echoes of my past boyfriends, I saw myself in it, I learned things, I felt uncomfortable, and I felt loved. So much about the movie was unusual and surprising but it always paid off and made me want to keep watching. It's probably not for everybody - it's weird and unlike anything I've ever seen - but it definitely was for me. And it might be for you, too.

Came across this movie by accident, and it was such a discovery. It was fresh, sexy, smart, adventurous, vulnerable, and deeply moving. It brilliantly blurs the line between documentary and fiction, in ways that made me think about performance and storytelling in dating, intimacy, and romance. Sometimes it's the fantasy or the dream that is actually what feels the most real. The film gave me space to explore the ache of that. I found myself thinking a lot about my past relationships. The director himself is messy, brave, and terribly endearing. His mother provides a wonderful foil, criticizing his actions with cautious, measured logic that many viewers will likely share. I appreciated that the film allowed these and other differing viewpoints to share space. Overall, it felt like watching a virtuosic puzzle come together.

Isidore Bethel's pseudo intellectual film about trying to find love with strangers in Chicago after his own relationship starts to fade is a boring, yawn fest. Lucky for the viewer, it's only a little over an hour long. Bethel's inability to sexually connect with others, after half-assed attempts, has more to do with the fact that he's still in love with his partner who lives in Mexico City. He relies on his mother for guidance and advice with respect to this project on which he's working. Sadly, she has no answers for her son that are particularly helpful. She counsels him as a mother, not as a friend or documentary expert. Isidore seems lost, and frankly, so does the viewer. His sexual tension is of little interest to anyone but him. One good thing is the bull terrier that one of his 'contacts' has. I say that as a dog lover, not as a plus for this beleaguered picture.