If you want to spend around 45 minutes with a photographer and his male nude subjects, you could do a lot worse than LIMITES (you could rent or buy the ludicrous "Private Diary," for instance). The best part of the film is the beginning, as photographer Carlos Quiroz shoots his model Daniel, and we see how they work together (Quiroz asks, Daniel delivers), the gorgeous contours of the model's body and even the beginning of a rather studly erection.
Nothing else in the film ever quite achieves this level of beauty, art and, if you will, mild pornography. Other models are indeed attractive, Quiroz occasionally spills some beans about how he works and thinks, and there is some interesting narration that addresses art, pornography and one's idea of these. As directed by Jose Torrealba, even at its short length, the movie seems a bit padded and repetitive, but for those inclined there is plenty engage the eye and a little to alert the mind.
Nothing else in the film ever quite achieves this level of beauty, art and, if you will, mild pornography. Other models are indeed attractive, Quiroz occasionally spills some beans about how he works and thinks, and there is some interesting narration that addresses art, pornography and one's idea of these. As directed by Jose Torrealba, even at its short length, the movie seems a bit padded and repetitive, but for those inclined there is plenty engage the eye and a little to alert the mind.