An extended degradation of the fairytale mentality from director Alfonso Cuarón.His latest and closest to home (in language and setting, that is) sifts out the typical magic and wonder beginning with A Little Princess, and yanks the throttle of sexuality to out-perform the sweaty-palmed lust of Great Expectations. There is nothing remotely chaste about the horny teenagers, the sybaritic older woman, or the extension of their road trip/sexual odyssey, but the unusual and unrealistic frankness of the subject matter quickly erodes to a kinky peep show, a competition to out-sex the other, whether in terms of dirty talk, masturbation, or copulation. Not all of the magical mixture has been packed away or rejected, after all, the parties involved are of the lubricious Barbie and Ken ideal: Goya in Bordeaux’s Maribel Verdú, Amores Perros’ Gael García Bernal, Before Night Falls’ Diego Luna. The scenery along the way to Heaven’s Mouth hardly measures up to the “bedroom” scenery, despite the ongoing joke that neither of the guys can last very long. In the minimalist terms of an adventure, the trip certainly sets its sights, applies a pace, and happily travels with the spicy intent riding shotgun. Fantasy or delusion might be Cuarón’s only defenses relating to the exaggerated forms, including the curvy and limp content (at least indicating his diplomacy to the sexes), the lazily concocted Améliesque narration (telling, otherwise, what is too much work to show), as well as the constant bobbing and swaying of Emmanuel Lubezki’s camerawork.
With Ana López Mercado and María Aura.[Worth-seeing.]