A sultry clime and sultrier sex steam up the preposterously titled erotic melodrama "I'd Receive the Worst News From Your Beautiful Lips."
A sultry clime and sultrier sex steam up the preposterously titled erotic melodrama “I’d Receive the Worst News From Your Beautiful Lips.” Brazilian directorial duo Beto Brant and Renato Ciasca’s second adaptation of a Marcal Aquino novel, after 2002 Sundance title “The Trespasser,” is again more noteworthy for its atmosphere — here, impressively clammy and hot-to-trot — than the flashback-laden narrative, which, between vigorous sexual workouts, manages to be overly symbolical and soapy. Beyond Lusophone territories, latenight fest and TV showings (preferably watched in seedy hotels in exotic locales) are the pic’s best bets.
In an Amazonian nowheresville, a beyond-beautiful woman, Livinia (Camila Pitanga), is married to a bookish preacher (Zecarlos Machado) for reasons only gradually revealed. Her spiritual well-being assured, it’s her libido that needs looking after; enter a handsome photographer (Gustavo Machado) willing to lend the proverbial hand. Extremely steamy extramarital nookie ensues early and often, with Livinia too obviously torn between the needs of body and soul. Sex scenes’ roving camerawork and saturated colors — think flamingo-pink skies — contrast with the more static, flatly lit and milky hued flashbacks and scenes of preaching. Acting’s on the money.