Room in Rome succeeds in neither category. If you want hot lezzer action, go to YouPorn. If you want feminist narratives, go see Thelma and Louise or The Children's Hour. Idealized lesbians gauzed through the male gaze are great for moving units, but as a film with such an opera-soaked score as this, there should be more truth in the artsy-fartsy beauty. When her lover tries to pull the arrow from her chest, her bathwater- for a brief moment turns red from her 'apparent blood loss'. This type of titillation, whilst feminist in intention, does ladies a disservice, as it reads as dear at best and exploitative, male-controlled lesbianism at worst. In one surreal moment in the film, a woman (Elena Anaya) is shown in a bath tub in apparent pain with a 'lovers arrow in her chest. They float between 69ing to surfing googlemaps like they were changing brands of cereal. The audience tires quickly of being jerked around, yet these ladies seemingly do not. Their expository back-stories are histrionically told, then revealed to be fabrications or embellished fantasies of the lowest order. Thus, the campy fromage of bloated erotic fare began to drown out all the soft, warm lighting, body worship and skin iconography. There's really no way to recover from that. I think it began to lose me when the women debated whether to penetrate themselves with either a beer bottle or boiled cucumber. Sounds great on paper, just cringe-worthy in execution. It has lots of erotic scenes where the ladies lez-up then bare their souls. It stars two smoking hot ladies with fat lips and shapely bums.

Honest! What's not to love in the summary: a Julio Medem film, the same man behind cult classic Sex and Lucia.

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