This historical drama may be authentic, but it's also deathly slow, to the point of becoming a snooze. The story holds immense promise -- a Mexican nun during the era of Bubonic Plague and the Spanish Inquisition finds her penchant for writing poetry thanks to the local viceroy's wife's "erotic" inspiration. Lesbianism is really just an allusion in the film, as the movie tells its story in slow conversations (one of the parties always seems to be behind bars) and long moments of churchiness. The natural energy of the story is sapped through its telling, which does an injustice to Sor Juana's true tale torn from the entwinements of literature and history.
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