not gay enough

not gay enough

You’re telling me they’re not in a happily gay relationship???

Diego Luna is just one of the best actors we have man.

This movie was so chaotic, sexy, fun, and at the same time very introspective and thematically rich

You’re telling me they’re not in a happily gay relationship???

Diego Luna is just one of the best actors we have man.

This movie was so chaotic, sexy, fun, and at the same time very introspective and thematically rich

La vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar.

Speechless. I need much much much more time to think about this.

La vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar.

Speechless. I need much much much more time to think about this.

I really thought I was going to love Y tu Mamá También.
Like, genuinely. The kind of film you defend afterward by saying, “no but you have to feel it.”
Well. No.

First of all: do not watch this film with your parents. Seriously. Bad idea. Very bad idea. I almost made that mistake and backed out just in time.

The narrator and the constant sound cutting off at the end of each sentence quickly pulled me out of the film. Not because it’s bold — but because it’s annoying. At some point, you’re no longer immersed, you’re just waiting for the sound to come back. Spoiler: it does. Then it leaves again.

The story? Sure, I get the intention. But honestly, it’s boring.
Apart from their relationship — and especially their sex scenes — not much happens. And after a while, it stops feeling intimate and just becomes repetitive. Very… persistent repetition.

To be fair, the atmosphere is nice. Good mood, nice visuals, quiet tension. But atmosphere alone isn’t a story. It’s like a vinyl that keeps skipping: aesthetic, but frustrating.

The ending, though, had real potential. It could have elevated the whole film, given meaning to the slowness, added depth. But no. It just… happens. And then it’s over.

In the end, Y tu Mamá También feels like a film that takes itself very seriously — without actually having much to say.

I really thought I was going to love Y tu Mamá También.
Like, genuinely. The kind of film you defend afterward by saying, “no but you have to feel it.”
Well. No.

First of all: do not watch this film with your parents. Seriously. Bad idea. Very bad idea. I almost made that mistake and backed out just in time.

The narrator and the constant sound cutting off at the end of each sentence quickly pulled me out of the film. Not because it’s bold — but because it’s annoying. At some point, you’re no longer immersed, you’re just waiting for the sound to come back. Spoiler: it does. Then it leaves again.

The story? Sure, I get the intention. But honestly, it’s boring.
Apart from their relationship — and especially their sex scenes — not much happens. And after a while, it stops feeling intimate and just becomes repetitive. Very… persistent repetition.

To be fair, the atmosphere is nice. Good mood, nice visuals, quiet tension. But atmosphere alone isn’t a story. It’s like a vinyl that keeps skipping: aesthetic, but frustrating.

The ending, though, had real potential. It could have elevated the whole film, given meaning to the slowness, added depth. But no. It just… happens. And then it’s over.

In the end, Y tu Mamá También feels like a film that takes itself very seriously — without actually having much to say.