Is Paprika a cheesy soap opera or a voyeuristic, hedonistic journey? I think that it's both. Depends on the way you look at it. On one hand Paprika is a ridiculous movie. A movie that you can call maybe lighthearted, but even that is more "light" than you can imagine or sustain. It's simply a movie that if it wasn't for the nudity it would be playing on television at high noon, along with the other garbage that television plays at that time. But there is another side to the film, that you cannot possibly leave out. And that is the pure, fierce, salacious, tender and fragile eroticism that it offers. Paprika is a movie that makes you love women and especially curved women, more than you would ever think of loving. It's literally a dive inside woman's most intimate and personal moments and things. And it wouldn't be the same if that movie wasn't offering so much nudity.
Nudity makes that journey, that experience to really be blasted into space. Who will ever forget the body of Paprika after that movie? Who will ever not dream those boobs, that ass, that incredible body that screams womanhood at every inch of it? Tinto Brass is a director that makes "crappy" movies, movies that have almost no plot and move around the one and only one thing that moves this planet in circles. Woman. And for that, for his love to female existence, we love him dearly and watch his movie, regardless the fact that at moments we might wonder, why the hell are we watching that thing. It's the aura, the smell of the movie that finally conquers everything else and cures all the flaws of Tinto Brass's filmic universe. So in that way, Paprika is a film for the brave and the fearless who have understood that behind a huge ass hide all the secrets of this world. Behind nudity hide all truths of this world.
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