Y Tu Mamá También

watched Y Tu Mamá También, and failed entirely to see why it garnered such critical acclaim. It’s just a very flat and uninteresting movie about two teenaged boys, one affluent and one not, who go on a road trip with an older woman and end up having sex. It’s supposed to be gritty arthouse, but it’s totally unrealistic; if you can accept the sex and the homoerotic undertones as laudable, what about the plot’s huge coincidences or the totally contrived fate of the woman? The boys talk about farting and get naked a lot, and Mexico looks dirty, so we’re supposed to accept that this is extremely realistic? The boys converse like the lazy middle-aged intelligentsia would like to think adolescents converse, and act in kind. The woman would have been called a demeaning Latino caricature in an American film. The truth is that I cannot conceive of any reason to like this film unless the sex-appeal of teenaged boys are what titillates you (though it’s surprisingly lacking here) and you wish to imagine yourself in the woman’s place. I would find it hard to explicate what this film says that pornography does not, and yet because it has subtitles and a throwaway line or two about politics, it’s heralded as ‘for the intelligent’. Fuck off. Times have changed; this is where the new bourgeois hides, in lazy, self-congratulatory, soulless, irresponsible and insipid filmmaking. So sad that I’ll be called a prude just for not liking this.