The poster for Vicky Cristina Barcelona shows us the main leads. One, which is by the way the most attractive one, is missing; Spain. Spain is a character of it’s own in this movie, breathing life in what is a simple story complicated relationships. Next to Spain we have locals Javier Bardem and Penélope Cruz and foreigner Scarlett Johansson who plays Cristina. Not on the poster but importanté to the plot is Rebecca Hall as Vicky.
If one of the characters had an STD then at the end the majority of cast would have had it. There’s really a lot of fornicating going on here. Bad news; it’s really tame and nude-less. For a movie dealing with sex it’s shockingly prude. Standout scene is one which could have been made for a daytime soap: A couple, sleeping (almost) nude in the hot climate of Spain is being awakened at night by the telephone. Lights come on and Cristina covers her boobs with the blanket. She is next to the man she had sex with but she’s constantly positioning her blanket so that here boobs are covered. Now it might be me, but I’ve never had sex and afterwards had a conversation with her while she is constantly trying to cover her body. That scene felt so fake.
Apart from the sex there’s quite a strong cast here who play their roles with passion. Especially Penélope Cruz, who bursts of the screen. Like I mentioned earlier, Spain is a character of it’s own and it’s scenery really sets the mood for the passion in the storyline. The script is fun, but far from perfect. Same can be said about the movie. One thing that makes it far from perfect is the voiceover. Now it’s not that it’s there, although it doesn’t really add anything but explaining everythimg we see on the screen, it’s that the person doing the voiceover is no Morgan Freeman. Far from it. He’s quite annoying and it would have benefitted the movie if it was removed or replace.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is fun little movie, but nothing special.


The sigarette as a phallic symbol
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