Salon by Andrew O'Hehir

This delicious little period piece from Spanish writer-director Pablo Berger is like one of those really expensive chocolates, where you start out expecting a brief sugar buzz and end up surprised by the sophistication and delicacy of the flavor.

Los Angeles Times by Kenneth Turan

It's a bawdy farce done with real delicacy, a charming adult comedy that ends up with unlooked-for emotional heft. If that doesn't cover all the bases, it certainly comes close.

New York Daily News by Elizabeth Weitzman

The result is a highly amusing folly, rendered with a surprisingly gentle affection.

New York Post by Lou Lumenick

Slyly funny.

TV Guide Magazine by Ken Fox

Raunchy without ever devolving into flat-out prurience, Berger's oddly sweet comedy perfectly captures the naivete of the era and the unexpected wholesomeness of some of its adult entertainment.

The New York Times by Lawrence Van Gelder

Such a joyous celebration of sex and filmmaking that viewers will forgive its director for taking time out to enjoy a little of both.

The Hollywood Reporter by Frank Scheck

Possesses a lighthearted quality that makes it rather enjoyable.

The A.V. Club by Scott Tobias

Though never unpleasant, thanks largely to Cámara and Peña's warmly convincing performances, Torremolinos 73 only really takes off when it deals with the filmmaking process.

Washington Post by Michael O'Sullivan

Starting out as a wacky little comedy about a mousy Spanish couple who become unwitting porn stars, Torremolinos 73 suddenly morphs, during the third act, into a far more sober and tender story about the lengths to which a man will go to give his wife what she wants.

Seattle Post-Intelligencer by Bill White

Deepened by the socioeconomic undercurrent that suggests the lengths to which workers are forced to prostitute themselves to survive corporate downsizing.

Variety by Jonathan Holland

Somewhat wacky tale, based on real events, is kept anchored in reality through attention to detail and by first-rate central perfs.

L.A. Weekly by Kim Morgan

Pablo Berger's subtle satire Torremolinos 73 is almost there. Almost.

Entertainment Weekly by Owen Gleiberman

Has the dubious distinction of being just about the mildest porno comedy ever made. It's like something the teenage Pedro Almodóvar might have written to shock his 10th-grade creative writing teacher.

Village Voice by Ben Kenigsberg

Its Saul Bass-y credits suggest an Almodóvarian flamboyance, but this impotent '70s-set comedy mostly skimps on discoteca stylishness.

Chicago Reader by Reece Pendleton

Camara and Peña are perfectly cast as the bewildered couple, and early on Berger gets some laughs from the one-note premise. But the material grows increasingly stale as the film drags on to its unintentionally creepy finale.