It’s also hard to understand why Fermina decides to forget Florentino—a key plot point. Maybe it’s the fact that upon her return from the countryside, he’s a different man. Literally. The Florentino she left behind was played by one actor; the one she comes back to is another—a bizarre casting decision which creates yet another barrier for audiences to overcome, especially since the two men look nothing alike.
Newell has an almost-obsessive predilection for bare breasts, which he shows us again and again. And much like his sex scenes, they contribute nothing to the film. They’re clearly meant to titillate. He even trains his camera on the nude, 72-year-old body of Fermina—a move that feels extremely voyeuristic.
Bardem is a good actor, and he holds the film together well. But his character is not a noble one, so when he finally begins to woo Fermina in her final years, you can’t help but feel that she is yet another sexual conquest, despite his cultlike worship of her throughout he decades. Mezzogiorno does a fair job with her role, though a little more passion—especially in the earlier part of the film – would have added much. Leguizamo, as usual, overacts, and Bratt makes his character too bland to add any nuance to the love triangle.
The question one must ask when watching this film is this: What is true love? Is it enduring, unfulfilled longing between two people who project unmet needs and disappointments onto a non-existent relationship—or is it a lifetime of commitment, however imperfect, between a man and a woman? Romantics would have us believe the former; realists will argue the latter. Where you fall will depend upon the emotional camp you subscribe to.
Either way, the film is watchable, though disappointing.
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