Porn has become something of a dirty word in our culture, primarily because its target audience has been single men. The fact that there is a distinction between the two probably has more to do with the type of people who consume it, but both essentially serve the same purpose. There’s always been this rather curious separation of pornography and erotica the former exists primarily to showcase the physical act of sex, while the latter supposedly has higher artistic aspirations. The film doesn’t quite work, and in fact comes dangerously close to falling flat on its face, but is still admirable in its attempt to tell a serious story through sexual imagery. But where Room in Rome is different is that the movie does not exist primarily to titillate - filmmaker Julio Medem isn’t making his film to satisfy the whims of a masturbatory audience (although I’m sure he wouldn’t mind said audience plunking down their money to see it), but instead uses the central concept to explore romance and sexuality and everything that exists between two people sharing a bed and their bodies for one frantic evening.

Many would roll their eyes at the mere concept, tossing it off as some late night Cinemax wank-fest. It’s going to be hard writing this up without sounding like a perv…Īh, Room in Rome… The movie adolescent (and many not-so-adolescent) males everywhere get down on their hands and knees each morning to thank the Good Lord exists where two impossibly beautiful women spend the entire running time cavorting around a hotel room nakedly, having repeated sex.

Room in rome 2010