XXY

If it isn't exactly a happy ending, it's at least an acknowledgment that her character will develop long after the credits roll. Sometimes that's the best we can hope for.

Moody and thoughtful.

Unexpected and wonderfully thoughtful.

Trim and briskly paced, XXY is sometimes difficult to watch, but Puenzo lets the actors explore a full range of emotions.

XXY fills a void in cinematic subject matter, and does so with poignancy that leaves viewers thinking long after the credits roll.

It’s difficult to buy a message of empowerment when it’s at the expense of someone else’s dignity.

A raw, honest film, sexually frank and deeply insightful, and we are left with the feeling that love and life will defy all bounds, breaking barriers between genders and societal norms.

It makes a somewhat interesting discourse on sexuality and self-acceptance, but the superfluous way it is delivered turns its coming-of-age drama into an anemic, redundant thing that ultimately just makes me yawn. Full review in Spanish