Below Her Mouth

It's a fittingly ambiguous title for a directionless film, late night fare that will be enjoyed by just as many horny men as horny teenage lesbians. Think of it as equal opportunity erotica.

An undeniably steamy effort that delivers plenty of heat in its profusion of sex scenes while falling significantly short in dramatic terms.

A sexually frank but narratively flimsy girl-meets-girl romance that never gets under its gorgeous characters' amply exposed skin.

Krill and Linder have an understated delivery, common to the mumblecore genre. Although this sometimes works against dramatic momentum, it contrasts nicely with - and ultimately heightens - their intimate moments together.

While "Below Her Mouth" is no doubt some classy-looking porn, it's a pretty lousy movie, because all that sex leaves precious little time to develop character, plot or thematic depth.

Linder possesses a compelling, Kurt Cobain-like androgyny, but neither she nor Krill can do much to save the portentous screenplay.

Cringeworthy dialogue and an over-reliance on closeups make April Mullen's Below Her Mouth an often painful watch.

As badass as Dallas's leather jacket, Below Her Mouth is not subtle. The title means what you think it does. The perspective of only women telling the story narratively and visually creates a powerful class of film and for that alone it's worth the time.

I wish I felt differently about Below Her Mouth. It pains me to extol so many of its virtues yet in the same breadth state I don't think it's all that worthwhile as cinematic entertainment.

A deeply silly misfire.

Lesbian and not-quite-sure-if-she's-a-lesbian have a weekend fling. Sometimes unintentionally hilarious, this is little more than soft-core porn.

A simple story told well, this is an affecting piece of cinema that punches well above its weight.