“A Love Movie” from Brazilian vet Julio Bressane is a series of pretentious tableaux masquerading as social experimentation. Three ordinary-looking people — a man and two women — convene in a tawdry Rio apartment for mannered episodes of philosophizing with some bland sexual activity thrown in. Trio seems convinced that the road to self-actualization can only be traveled in one’s undies. Clumsy and the antithesis of erotic, pic might have passed for “daring” or “experimental” in the 1960s but qualifies mostly as a crash course in tedium today.
“The moon is the mother of obscurity,” is typical of the lines spouted by protags as pic proceeds at a snail’s pace, mostly in black and white, with shots sometimes repeated in color. Turgid recitations cohabit with soundtrack snippets from “Moby Dick” and “The Shadow.” Pic’s tepid sex imagery (a shaved female pubic region, the crisp shadow outline of fellatio) would ace the Guinness Book category “Least Likely to Arouse Anyone Anywhere.” Punchline reveals these earthy free spirits share another connection in their daily lives.