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Huevos de Oro
Bigas Luna has made a career out of odd films, and this is no exception to the 
rule. In terms of visuals it has kind of an Almodovar meets Salvador Dali meets 
Russ Meyer kind of thing going on, combining colorful and flamboyant locales 
with surrealistic dreams and breasts. In terms of source material, it's a blend 
of Scarface, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, and the Sydney Sheldon novel of your 
choice. Layered on top of all of that are the type of obsessive and quirky 
characterizations one might find in a Pewter Greenaway movie, with a leading man 
who has to have a woman of precisely the correct weight, and gets off on drawing 
geometric patterns on his women. 
I know those things don't really go together, but Luna does not know that, which 
is what makes him a unique filmmaker. 
As in Scarface, a working class guy seems to have an impossibly big dream. He 
wants to be the biggest developer in Spain and to build its tallest skyscraper. 
Never mind that he's an uncultured boor doing military service in Africa and 
knows nothing about either business or architecture. He has one very important 
talent - women like him. A lot. The name of the film is "Golden Balls," and that 
reflects the fact that he turns his testicles into success. An aspiring 
model/actress (Maribel Verdu) is so in love with him that she's willing to sleep 
with important clients and bankers to advance his career. He has such a complete 
hold on her that he calculates correctly that she will continue to serve him if 
he marries another woman, so he marries yet another woman who can help his 
career, the daughter (Maria de Medieros) of a big-time banker. You'd think his 
world would start to collapse when his wife and mistress find out about the 
arrangements, but it turns out that they are soulmates, and fall in love with 
one another, while also continuing to have sex with him, sometimes in a 
threesome.  At this point, he has everything a man could want. Starting 
with no education nor money nor family connections, he has achieved power and 
wealth and has two great women who love him and agree to share him. 
Now he is finally cruising for a fall, and that's what the rest of the film is 
about. He loses his mistress in an automobile crash, and also loses his manhood 
in the accident. Without his golden balls, he is nothing. Trying to recapture 
his studly mojo, he tries to replace the mistress with a hot floozy (Raquel 
Bianca), thinking his wife will also accept her as a replacement in their 
threesome. The wife finds this idea ludicrous, and divorces him. He then loses 
the financing for his buildings, and loses his best friend in an industrial 
accident. He ends up living in Miami with the floozy in a run-down little house, 
but he can't even hold on to her because of his impotence, so she ends up having 
an affair with their gardener (Benicio del Toro!!). To add insult to injury, the 
floozy is actually paying the gardener to give her a good hearty rogering from 
time to time. The second half of the movie ends up just as the first half did - 
with a sexual threesome, but this time it is Bardem sitting and watching, 
impotent and helpless, while the gardener pleasures his woman - and gets paid 
for it.  
The end. 
That plot summary only reflects the Sydney Sheldon and Ayn Rand portions of the 
film's influences. You probably realize that the plot above is the essence of 
every book by Sydney Sheldon (not to mention Arthur Hailey and Harold Robbins), 
but if you also noticed a close kinship to Rand's The Fountainhead, give 
yourself an "A" for remembering your freshman "Survey of Literature" class. But 
all that is merely plotting, and that alone doesn't really convey the flavor of 
the film. The path to the end of the story is nowhere near as straightforward as 
I've led you to believe. Along the way are 15 minutes of sex scenes, karaoke to 
Julio Iglesias songs, surrealistic dream sequences, fey men prancing about in 
small bathing suits, all sorts of obsessive talks about Rolex watches, smells, 
and women's precise weights. Plus plenty of over-the-top symbolism playing on the 
whole correlation between his erections and his ... other erections.  
One of the 
sex scenes would have involved some graphic cunnilingus -  except that Bardem couldn't stop talking about business deals long enough to concentrate on 
Maribel Verdu's honeypot. Of course that seems normal compared to another scene 
where Bardem watched his wife and his mistress copulate, interrupting their 
passion to ask his wife if his beige shirt was ironed for his trip the next day.  
As I indicated at the beginning of this essay, it's odd stuff. One thing you can 
grant to writer/director Bigas Luna is that he is unique. Golden Balls is so 
exaggerated and so far from real life that it's not even possible to determine whether it is supposed to 
be a morality play structured like a Sheldon-style melodrama or whether it is a 
dark parody of that kind of movie.   
Actually, I'm not sure it really matters. Any movie 
with Maribel Verdu naked for five minutes at a time is OK by me. 
Hall of Fame nudity in general.  
Collages tomorrow. Film clips today.  Bug
 
    
I already covered this 
Here are some better caps from this film 
clip from a Russian DVD. At least this time the DVD producers dubbed OVER 
the English, instead of having the Russian and English spoken simultaneously. 
       
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* Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).  
* White asterisk: 
expanded format.  
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Blue asterisk: not mine.  
No asterisk: it probably 
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            Naked and Betrayed (2004) Naked and Betrayed is an erotic whodunit. Mandy Fisher 
            and Tucker Caine are to be married at a plush resort, and arrive 
            early with a few best friends, including the best man (Barrett 
            Blade), the matron of honor (Julian Wells), and a married couple (Frank Harper and Gina Ryder) who are taking a short break from their political 
            campaign. The guys hold a stag party with stripper August. The groom 
            wakes up in the morning next to her corpse. Everyone initially 
            assumes that he screwed and killed her, but there will be many sexual 
            pairings and twists and turns before sorting everything out. The plot is a little 
            better than genre norms, the nudity is fine, and the camera work is very 
            good, but the sex is tepid at best.   Call it a C on average - a good genre film, not a classic.   It is only available in the US from RLDVDs.com on a dual region (1 and 
            4) DVD in English with Spanish subtitles. You know the drill. Click on the pic 
            for more info. Mandy Fisher, Gina Ryder and Julian Wells show everything. August 
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It's a Boy/Girl ThingRemember that movie were 2 people can't stand each other and they wish the other 
one was in their shoes and the next day they exchange bodies?
 Well they made another one. This time it's two neighbors, the Geek Girl (Samaire Armstrong) and the 
Popular Boy (Kevin Zegers). The movie plays out lots of possiblesituations 
something like this could cause, like the boy waking with a boner and the girl 
in the showers. There is some nice nudity and some not so nice, but that was 
made for laughs. Of course the two of them end up together in the end, so they 
went with the popular ending.
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      | Charlotte Rampling in Purple Taxi 
      
      
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      | Sienna Miller was photographed by paparazzi while she was filming an 
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      |  | The Comedy WireComments in yellow...   A couple in York, Pennsylvania, broke up after seven months and went to court to 
see if their wedding performed by a friend who was ordained over the Internet 
was even legal. The judge sparked a major brouhaha by ruling that such marriages 
aren't valid.  The Universal Life Church Monastery, which ordains ministers over 
the Net, plans to challenge the ruling, but state officials are warning couples 
not to file such marriages.  Dorie Heyer, the Windsor Township bride who brought 
the case, said that ordaining ministers over the Internet "makes a mockery out 
of the whole marriage system."
 
 *  You can always spot an Internet-ordained minister: 
after he tells the groom to kiss the bride, he tries to sell him Viagra.
 
 
 
 Vassilly Kovalchuk of Kiev, Ukraine, was arrested after he used the wrong toilet 
at the toilet museum.  The museum, which traces the entire history of the 
toilet, from a hole in the ground to the toilets of the future, just opened last 
week, and Kovalchuk said he didn't realize that the toilets were "only to look 
at."  After he relieved himself, he was told visitors are supposed to use the 
public toilets on the street outside.  The museum has now added "Not for Use" 
signs to their displays. Kovalchuk said he apologized, then "I told them I want 
my money back."
 
 *  He chose a "toilet of the future," so technically, he 
hasn't used it yet.
 
 
 
 At the Frankfurt Motor Show, Toyota launched a new appeal to environmentalist 
consumers by unveiling the prototype of the "IQ," the world's smallest four-seater 
micro-car.  It's shaped a bit like a rolling jelly bean and is three inches 
shorter than a Mini Cooper.  But it might be cheating a bit to call it a "four-seater": 
officially, it holds
 three adults and a small child, but the seats can be reconfigured to hold two 
people.
 
 *  Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman.
 
 
 
 *  In her upcoming memoir, "Celebrity Detox," Rosie O'Donnell reveals that as a 
young girl, she used to break her own hands and fingers with a baseball bat.
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