“Below Her Mouth” Review ✦✦✧✧✧

2 May, 2017

Director: April Mullen
Screenwriter: Stephanie Fabrizi
Director of Photography: Maya Bankovic
Erika Linder, Natalie Krill, Sebastian Pigott

Synopsis: A happily engaged fashion editor alters the course of her life after choosing to embark on a passionate love affair with a woman she meets in a Toronto nightclub.

Below Her Mouth Review:

A provocative title for an unabashedly sensual movie, “Below Her Mouth” is a destructive and depressive drama structured around notions of whirlwind romance. Concealed within the loins of obsessive passion, the film consists merely of fleeting chemistry between two women as feelings develop between a roofer and an engaged editor while their airbrushed affections meld into a number of life-destroying escapades. Working her magic on a lady who seems more than willing to fall for her DiCaprio charm, Erika Linder scowls her way through the beats of the narrative, impossible to sympathise with in all her standoffishness as her on-screen lover falls for her hook, line, and sinker.

Written with the same dynamism as high class pornography, “Below Her Mouth” interlocks legs, lips, and labias without finding the substance needed to create human beings out of its lead actresses. Assembled with anger and aloofness, the movie caters to Linder’s pre-established image, stunting the growth and emotional drive of the story as the torment behind her face refuses to be competently addressed with endless scenes of avoidable upset and self-made quandaries creating a film that’s all sex and no story.

While the Swedish fashion model finds endless reasons to show off her androgynous physique and Bieber pout, the women struggle to find ways to bridge the gap between the two of them, feigning the heights of passion in explicit lovemaking sequences involving props, nudity, and intense make out sessions. Believably raunchy but wholly unsophisticated, the movie leaves Tumblr teens ogling in disbelief at scenes that appear unsimulated, but for the adults in the audience there’s little to take away from the film’s string of climaxes which tug at the heartstrings about as often as a drunken one-night stand behind a dumpster.


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Below Her Mouth