terrible... so disappointed.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

Yes, absolutely, there is fun to be had, as well as many, many things to go boom, all amid an atmospheric urban jungle.

The movie is a fraud, a joke that has nothing to do with real-life transsexuals. It is a macho fantasy invested in the huge penis and the fraudulent make-believe that it belongs to a man who in fact is a woman--an actress. The casting would be honest to life if the role was played by a man-- why not cast her gay boy friend actor as the cross-dresser to wants to have his penis removed? Transamerica is more honest in presenting a man, who although played by an actress, is more convincing as someone who is genuinely born with a female genetic make up and by virtue of that wants to go cross genders to finally become as fully female as possible. In 20 Centímetros, which is in fact a male gay phallus fantasy, the man who wants a new gender as a female is never established as a genetic case of someone who was born in the wrong sex anatomy and resulting gender social identity as a boy--who was more female than male although he was a boy. What we have here is a male sex worker (played by a woman) who enhances her sex trade (as they do in Bahia, Brazil, with silicone) by keeping her penis, in order to better satisfy clients who are gays or bisexuals and who find it easier to have sex with men who do not look like men with the help of silicone. 20 Centímetros is a gay farce that exploits the vogue of transsexuals in Spain and elsewhere

Imitating another person's already successful work does not automatically make yours the same... here we have a film that is an imitation Almodovar pic from about 1989.. a sort of musical version of WOMEN ON THE VERGE mixed with ideas from MY PRIVATE IDAHO and imagery from The UMBRELLAS OF CHERBOURG or the mid 60s Mediterranean musicals from Italy or even Greece (Aliki Vougyouklaki, all is forgiven)... 20 CENTERMETERS is actually a funny/charming idea in that it is about someone desperate who has narcolepsy and when asleep imagines big musical numbers... but that is the extent of the funny or genuinely attractive part. sadly, guess what, and yes no surprise, it is set in the world of street prostitutes, selfish squabbling misfits and shabby apartment blocks with miserable squalor. Why? This film could be more like CLUELESS for adults rather than obvious extensions of already grimy scenes copied from Almodovar. I wanted to like this film but I became tired of it and found the musical numbers, whilst slavishly amusing just became tiresome. The sexual content is far too explicit and the bathroom scenes while our 'leading actress' is alone and getting off on herself are truly disgusting. 20 Centimeters is a disappointment... and I never thought I would ever say that.

Although 20 Centimeters is not a flawless musical, or a flawless film representation of trans people...I loved It. I had a dumb smile on my face almost the entire time. I found the portrayal of trans-people refreshing because the tragedy ratio was lower than most films that deal with trans-women in the sex industry especially.I also enjoy a quirkiness in films that leave them less polished and that is just about aesthetic preference.It was a light film about things that aren't always offered levity. Hooray for that.I thought the acting was great and the idiosyncrasies of the plot and supporting characters, engaging. Oh, and I liked the outfits.

This is a completely fabulous movie. Imagine a Bollywood version of Transamerica directed by Pedro Almodovar from a script by Dennis Potter. Imagine taking LSD and going to a showing of Breakfast On Pluto which has had its IRA scenes replaced by scenes from Nights of Cabiria. This is perhaps not a date movie for the faint of heart but if genre-bending and gender-bending don't scare you, this movie is relentlessly, joyfully entertaining. There's Something About Mary all right, and it's eight inches long! The dance sequences are great; they had so much delicious stuff to look at all over the frame that I had decided that I didn't have a moment to spare for looking at the subtitles during them and was relieved when our heroine starting singing in English. Given the difficulties of foreign film distribution in this country, you may have to root around for this movie but once you find it it's a handful and a half!