Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3.5/5)
An adult man (José Lewgoy) finds himself inexplicably drawn back to a lavish, decaying mansion. As he crosses the threshold, the film plunges into a prolonged flashback. It is 1937, during the Estado Novo dictatorship. He is a 12-year-old boy (Marcelo Ribeiro) sent from an orphanage to live in the opulent but emotionally sterile home of a powerful politician's mistress, Laura (Vera Fischer). There, in a gilded cage of bored, wealthy women, the boy becomes a silent observer—and eventual participant—in a web of adult desires, jealousy, and abuse. love strange love 1982
Love Strange Love is a genuine cinematic artifact—a bold, transgressive piece of Brazilian arthouse that dares to look at the ugliest corners of power and desire. It is not a "good time" but a valid, disturbing historical document of a particular filmmaker’s obsessions. Approach with extreme caution, and be prepared to grapple with its ethical ambiguity. It is a film to be studied and debated, not enjoyed. Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3
The film’s legacy—and its major point of contention—is its depiction of a child’s sexual initiation at the hands of adult women. While Khouri’s intent is clearly to critique a corrupt, patriarchal system (the absent politician, the commodified women, the disposable boy), the camera’s lingering gaze on the 12-year-old actor is deeply problematic. No matter the artistic framing, you are watching a minor in simulated sexual situations. For many viewers, this will be an insurmountable barrier, rendering the film's themes exploitative regardless of intent. He is a 12-year-old boy (Marcelo Ribeiro) sent
You are a serious student of erotic cinema, Brazilian history, or transgressive art, and you can separate the director's thematic intent from the uncomfortable on-screen reality. Skip it if: The depiction of childhood sexuality in any context is a hard boundary for you.
Vera Fischer as Laura is a revelation. She moves between maternal warmth and predatory hunger with a fragility that is genuinely unnerving. Her performance refuses to let the audience settle on her as either a victim or a villain. She is simply a product of her own cage. The infamous scenes of sensuality are not played for titillation but for discomfort, emphasizing the power imbalance and the boy’s confused, non-verbal reactions.