Self-important, over-dramatic, uninspired.

I am only giving this movie a 1 for the great cast, though I can't imagine what any of them were thinking. This movie was horrible

One of the best movies of the year! Incredible from the beginning to the end.

Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

La mujer de mi hermano,The Wife Of My Brother in English,is a Mexican film based on the novel of the same title by the Peruvian writer, journalist and TV host Jaime Bayly,who also wrote the script. It features Bárbara Mori, Manolo Cardona, Christian Meier and Angélica Aragón.It was directed by Ricardo de Montreuil.Zoe is a beautiful woman who has been married to Ignacio for nearly a decade. While Zoe still loves her husband, she feels the spark has gone out of their relationship, and she's become restless and anxious. Hoping to find the excitement she craves in forbidden fruit, Zoe falls into an affair with Gonzalo, Ignacio's rough-edged but handsome brother. Zoe and Gonzalo's passionate affair is deeply satisfying to them both, but the adulterous couple must deal with the sharp sting of betrayal when Ignacio finds out they've been sleeping together.Far from realistic, the film's shallow characters' sexual escapades and heaving passion are the only interesting aspect of particularly with the sexy and gorgeous Barbara Mori. The movie's sensational glimpse into a wealthy Mexican family's business, at its best or any other story about a love triangle between family members as well as the marital strife presented are far too common in many Mexican films and this film adds nothing to it.But with clean and crisp cinematography, this modern rendition of a strict taboo provides nothing else but temporary entertainment but lacks sustenance.

This movie was made in Chili by a Pueruvian director & stars actors from Mexico.It is similar to many Hollywood romantic dramas of the past, BUT the story line is no longer the simplistic dramas of yesterday,.Here we have a beautiful woman, a handsome husband who does love his wife, but only wants sex on a Saturday. We do not find out why & what his problem is till toward the end of film. His brother is a hunky artist & Oh yes dear reader, he has an affair with his brothers wife.The sex scenes are good but not overly explicit,The acting by all concerned is very good & the settings are excellent,I will hazard a guess that members of the fair sex will enjoy this film even more than I. My ratings are based on mainly the excellent acting and fine production values, more than the plot & story.Ratings *** (out of 4) 87 points (out of 100) IMDb 8 (out of 10)

I don't know what all the ravings about. If people think this is good, they should subscribe to Telemundo and watch their telenovelas, for this is surely no better. We call it soap. And some American soap has more lather. The plot is acceptable. The acting is OK, for a soap. But there is no depth. We have one brother who runs a business (which we never see). a haus frau who has little to do but talk with her gay confidant, another brother that paints sometime (we never know when) the gay confidant who does nothing but pine for one of the brothers and a mother, who has lunch, because she seems to be perpetually out to lunch. That's about all we know about these people, except when they run into each other. We know as much about the maid as we do most of them. Fine screenplay writing requires showing the characters in depth so we can appreciate their dilemmas, there challenges, their triumphs, their failures. Zoe- she likes flowers, she likes midnight swims, she likes sex but is on a Sat. night diet,( she suspects her husband is gay since he'd rather do almost anything instead of sex with her (not a bright bulb), she wants a child, she loves phallic paintings, she hates Bach, she's dangerous with a microwave. Ignacio- he says he loves his wife but seems to love men also, works a lot, is rich, loves Bach, hates moonlight swims, and as for sex, never on a Sunday... or Monday... or Tues... or Wed... or Thurs... or Friday... with a woman. Gonzalo- is a stud, is very selfish, was molested by his brother (and is still haunted by it), likes to paint phallic symbols, doesn't want to work in the rumored factory, doesn't want to get married but does want lots of sex. The mother...merely drops in for lunch and useless chatter. Wants a grandson. The Maid... knows how to make breakfast and keep her mouth shut. If one wants to make a good movie, he has to devote a lot of care to the craft. There was no depth to this. It was just slopped together.

LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO is a bad movie that manages, through stylish visuals, neat transitions, lush electronica used as mood music, and a deliberate plot pacing, to look better than it is. Story-wise, it would have been better off set anywhere between the Fifties, because technically it's akin to the much better FAR FROM HEAVEN in melodrama, or even when this type of movies came into vogue during the period going from the late Seventies into the early Nineties. How and why it's situated in the present, and even more so, that its story got through the datedness that bogs it down is a mystery, but then again, Latin America is still in a mire of its own ultra-conservative values -- men are supposed to be macho; women who take charge of their own life are seen as little more than "zorras" in heat, and everything happens in a very hush-hush way. So for a Latin American public, the premise of LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO may work perfectly; on the other hand, it falls into an ugly "Splat!" of epic proportions on this side of the Rio Grande.Much of it has nothing to do with its denouement, which to a degree may even then be somewhat forgivable. Its failing, and Achilles heel, is based squarely in the trite language -- both on a visual and written level -- that tries to tell an intelligent story but has nothing to hold on to. For example, we're told that Ignacio and Zoe have been married for ten years, and that's okay. What is not, and where the story's implausibilities begin to show, is that in those ten years, they've fallen into a predictability where Ignacio can only have sex on Saturdays and prefers business traveling than being with Zoe. Ten years is a long, long time for Zoe not to notice the 500 pound elephant sitting placidly in her sleek, minimalistic and uber-contemporary living room. Maybe it's those twenty grapes she has a penchant for. Then again, Dorothy Parker wrote a story called "Too Bad", where a married couple of seven years suddenly separated. No one knew why, but once we went inside the marriage, we saw that these two had absolutely nothing in common, not even enough for small talk. We never find out their mechanics, but it's still a pretty funny story.This, however, is a story that takes itself seriously. Adding to the fact that Ignacio and Zoe have strange marital arrangements is the presence of Ignacio's studly brother Gonzalo. Gonzalo and Ignacio are estranged as presented in exclamation points early on at a family lunch. Zoe, do-gooder that she is, contacts Gonzalo and tries to make amends. He sells her a painting, and Ignacio hits the ceiling. Fifteen minutes are spent mulling and arguing over this painting as if it had some symbolic meaning. No sooner than this happens that Zoe is confiding deep secrets to Gonzalo as if she'd known him all her life, and a phone conversation implausibly makes its way to Ignacio's ears, but all he can do is throw the darned painting into the pool and seethe. More unremarkable events take place: Zoe also confides in who we're led to believe is her best friend, Boris, a stereotypical nellie. Conversations between Zoe and Boris are built to make us understand more will come out of their friendship, but that doesn't happen. The same can be said when Zoe makes Gonzalo prove to her he hasn't had sex with other women, or when in a repeat scene, she makes Ignacio promise her he hasn't had sex with men. It's all tease and fake promise.So with all this teasing going on, it's not a surprise as to why LA MUJER DE MI HERMANO looks good, but is quite bad. It begins with the misnomer of its title which would have Gonzalo the main narrator of the story, and ends by its sheer quaintness that never decides where it wants to take its characters and leaves them muddled in its telenovela roots. At least for a debut film from Ricardo de Montreuil, it's not a flat-out failure. It sells glossy images, attractive leads that would be at home in daytime soap, the presence of a veteran actress (Angelica Aragon), and that's all there is to it.