Dave White
Unconscious Review

Dave's Rating:

4.0

… reasonably intelligent but still raunchy …

Who's in It: Leonor Watling, Luis Tosar, Alex Brendemühl

The Basics: A young woman in 1913 Spain discovers her psychoanalyst husband is missing. The husband's unhappily married psychoanalyst brother volunteers to help her find him. (His biggest problem is that his sex-phobic wife is scared of his XXL unit, so you know what kind of movie this is almost immediately.) The two Freudian amateur detectives quickly fall for each other, and then they spend the rest of the movie running around uncovering escandaloso sex secrets about practically everyone they run into, including themselves.

What's the Deal? You know that the United States is failing its own citizens' need for reasonably intelligent but still raunchy, R-rated sex comedies when you have to look to Spain to deliver a halfway decent one. We can't even be bothered to make dumb ones anymore; we'd rather make dumb movies about blowing everything up. And because it's set in 1913, this one's more about the "idea" of sex and everyone's hang-ups about it than about the deed itself. Still, though, thanks, Spain. I needed that.

Why Bother: A movie like this is kind of like making a cake. It can fall down with too much jostling or bad ingredient-measuring. Maybe that's why no one makes the reasonably-intelligent-but-still-raunchy R-rated sex comedy anymore. You get one thing wrong, and it's a disaster. So the good news is that this one's pretty fluffy, and it tastes good. Funny but not so full of arched eyebrow moments that you feel like smacking anyone.

One Minor Complaint: Every time there's nutty comedy-sleuthing to be done in a movie, I always feel cheated when the Sherlock Holmes-alikes don't do crazy stuff like hide behind statues or trees and then tip-toe across the screen to hide behind another statue or tree (I think it's because I watched too many episodes of Scooby Doo as a child). Anyway, they do just about everything else except that, and I figure that if you're going to make that kind of self-consciously silly film, the kind where people manically stage-whisper dire warnings and secrets to one another and have to literally run around a lot, you shouldn't worry about being too cool to indulge the genre's clichés.

Where You've Seen These People Before: Watling was in Pedro Almodóvar's Talk to Her, and Tosar was in Miami Vice.

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