Time Out says
Biller’s film – which tracks the sexual awakening of a straitjacketed suburban housewife – puts a sly feminist spin on the material, taking witty potshots at ’60s attitudes towards female sexuality and male ‘dominance’. It’s all a mite pointless: just because a film’s handicaps are intentional doesn’t make them any less tiresome, and at an epic two hours the stilted dialogue and eye-scorchingly oversaturated film stock threaten to test the patience. But as a self-conscious exercise in kitsch graverobbing, ‘Viva’ succeeds through a combination of cultural nous and sheer aesthetic audacity.
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