Two years before completing the wonderful Jamon Jamon in '92 Bigas Luna made this, an utter stinker.
I remember abandoning Almudena Grandes' novel in the early 90s with essentially similar misgivings - in spite of all the deviant sex this is dull, dull, dull. (It reminded V of the equally tedious Sexual life of Catherine M. )
A film about obsession should be claustrophobic not boring. Superficially, we witness a progressive and essentially southbound 'sexual awakening', but neither the dialogue nor the action permit us any insight into the characters' inner world. The film is three quarters over before there is anything that amounts to real drama.
Javier Bardem has certainly moved on to better things.
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