Sex and Lucia (review)
Sex and Lucia (Spain 2001, 128 min. dir: Julio Medem, cast: Paz Vega, Najwa Nimri)
Sex shows everything and disguises plot. Julio Medem is a pure visualist whose stories are usually ridiculous. Here he gets away with it. But Strip away the gorgeous bodies, lingering looks, steamy nights and torrid landscapes: what is left is Lucia falling madly in love with a gifted poet and becoming his constant companion until memories drive him to the brink of suicide.
Thinking him dead, Lucia flees to a sun filled island to heal in the care of her best friend, Elena, who is healing from her own tragedy: the death of her daughter. They both have affairs with a scuba diver before discovering that the daughter’s father was the Lucia’s poet lover. Miraculously at this point, the poet comes out of his suicide-induced coma.
Try telling that one in an elevator pitch. What is remarkable is that Medem’s film works. Paz Vega vies with Najwa Nimri for the most beautiful body and the most writhingly sensual love scene. Their lovers are perfect Spanish archetypes. The poet is soft and doe-eyed. The scuba diver is big, hirsute, with a big cock. The clothing budget on this film was minimal.
Score by Ivan Aledo underscores the dreamlike quality. Altogether Sex and Lucia is an amazing tone poem that needs to be appreciated slowly, deeply, lanquidly; like sucking a fruit ice on a bright hot white beach before plunging quickly into the in cool blue ocean beyond.
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