Self-Indulgent, Exploitive, Pornographic Piece of Crap
this movie was not about love. what wrote this was some white man's middle-age, middle-class fantasy about naked women suffering. The only good thing about this movie is the soundtrack and Penelope Cruz' beauty. The director should have just played Vivaldi and Bach and let the camera explore Cruz' body for two hours. The last 30 minutes of the film should have ended up in the editor's trash can and ben kingsely could have found out momentarily consuella had suffered and died after their so-called affair. this is truly a self-indulgent, exploitive and at times near-pornographic piece of crap.
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