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Sex and Lucia

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Paz Vega, Sex and Lucia

Sex and Lucia

type:
Movie
Current Status:
In Season
mpaa:
Unrated
runtime:
122 minutes
Limited Release Date:
06/12/02
performer:
Elena Anaya, Javier Camara, Paz Vega, Najwa Nimri, Tristan Ulloa
director:
Julio Medem
distributor:
Palm
author:
Julio Medem
genre:
Romance, Drama

We gave it a B-

Is it just a quirk of u.s. distribution, or are Spanish filmmakers developing a fetish for turning erotic death yarns into barely coherent cinematic Möbius strips? First, there was ”Open Your Eyes” (1999), the surreal love triangle that inspired Cameron Crowe to abandon all good sense. Now we have Sex and Lucía, a truly titillating and truly convoluted tale of l’amour fou. Perhaps the American remake could be titled ”Hot Fudge Ripple Sky.”

At first, we think we’re watching the story of Lucía (Paz Vega), a waitress who recalls her beautiful, tragic love affair with Lorenzo (Tristán Ulloa), a novelist who looks like the fifth member of ABBA. We’re told from the outset that Lorenzo is going to crack up, and badly. Yet in flashback, the two seem ideally matched, especially in bed, where their lovemaking is a seductive union of romance, playful role reversal, and libidinous compulsion. Imagine a Penélope Cruz who acted as soulfully as she looked in photo-graphs, and you’d have Paz Vega, who spends much of the film casually naked yet projects the deep-dish yearning of an earlier generation of stars. Vega is a real find. Too bad the movie strands her — and the audience.

The problems begin with Lorenzo’s dark secret: During an anonymous sexual encounter on a tropical isle, he fathered a little girl. His mission to reunite with her is recounted in a novel he’s writing, which we see scenes from. Or are they reality? His crusade leads to a wild but disastrous hookup with the girl’s nanny and the nanny’s porn-star mother, at which point ”Sex and Lucía” starts to resemble a loony-tunes Almodóvar soaper played straight (a contradiction if ever there was one). And that, folks, is the accessible part of the movie. As it goes on, ”Sex and Lucía” becomes an opaque muddle of what-if and what-ever. The movie does qualify as an art-house turn-on, but adult sexuality already has enough kinks. It doesn’t need to be tied in knots.