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One of the only really good films about sex -- specifically about the paradox of sex in an age of collapsed manhood. Julio
Medem confronts this issue head-on, then ducks the consequences of it in a sudden act of self-forgiveness and unearned redemption.
Along the way, however, he goes deeper into the modern pathology of sex than any director ever has -- and the lyrical beauty
of his spatial compositions conveys the erotic content with uncanny power. Paz Vega's performance is so extraordinary that
by the end of the film it becomes in itself an unanswerable condemnation of Medem's failure to fully confront the catastrophe
of his hero's weakness.
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