When I started to see this film I thought "o no another B movie brought out here to attract 'sex craving men". And initially it was very bad indeed. Dapna as proper and prim lady was totally unbelievable. Only when she loosened up she became more believable. The men in the movie were all horrible and one dimensional, but there needed be men in the movie so.... Bad casting!! I don't think Madrid is really a place where couples are making out on every corner. The filmmaker merely tried to show us the state of Dapna's mind. When I was pregnant it was just like I only met women who where pregnant also. In other words she very much wanted a relationship but was haunted by the history of her parents, who she imagined to be like those couples. It was only much later that she found out that her father was not a holiday flirt but had cared about her mother. The scenes relating to the unraveling of this with her mother were great I thought.It was a journey of finding out who she was making the usual human mistakes, but ultimately the truth set her free!

The author (Kastner),director (Kastner),and starring actor (also Kastner),and her character in the film, all show an equal dearth of imagination, depth, feel for dialogue, and understanding of people.

Basically the idea is this: an unattractive frumpish American girl goes to Madrid with an advance from some publishing company to write a book about "macho" Spanish men. However, she knows no Spanish, nothing about men, and her attempts to organise a few half-baked ideas about her subject come to nothing, as does the half-baked premise of the film. The protagonist is totally unegaging to the point of being irritating, all the male characters are one-dimensional props to support the film's fragile premise, and the caricature of Madrid as a steamy hothouse of hormone-filled men clutching submissive women in every nook and cranny is at best blinkered and at worst insulting.

An embarrassingly ill-conceived film which becomes more and more banal as it goes on. How Ms Kastner ever got to make the thing is beyond me.

This is a very amateurish effort. There aren't that many auteurs out there who have the skills to take on writing, directing, and acting the lead role in a film. Daphne Kastner is NOT one of them. If you're looking for a spirited, fun, Spanish film, rent something joyously offbeat like Volver or Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown by Pedro Almodovar.

Steer clear of this drab, lifeless, and can I say it, borderline racist film. It just traffics in bad ethnic stereotypes.

And just as an aside, if you're renting it for the lurid cover or the provocative title, you're going to be disappointed.It's smarmy, not erotic.

Martin Donovan, an actor I loved in "The Opposite Of Sex" and many Hal Hartley films, is utterly wasted here. Then again, maybe ANYONE needs to be wasted to be submitted to this 91 minute waste of time.