Great title for a film that’s missing both the porn and the melancholy. If you want to save yourself 1h30, just scroll through the guy’s Twitter.
Abramovich tries to play with voyeurism, but the scenes feel half-baked, like they’re holding back when they should be diving in. The choice to use a real cast is solid, but the film never really lets them take the reins. Feels like if they had been more involved in shaping the story, there’d be something deeper here—something actually worth watching.
"Venenito la más."
