Motel Destino Review: Brazillian Director Karim Aiouz Trades The Victorian Ornamentations Of The English Palace For The Dark, LED-lit grime of A Sex Motel.

By Arden Lawson

After watching Karim Aiouz’s Firebrand at last year's festival I was excited to see what the Brazilian director had in store for this year. Firebrand is a fascinating tale that follows the life of Katherine Parr, the sixth wife of the tyrannical King Henry VIII. While I very much enjoyed the setting of 16th century England, Motel Destino, is likely the farthest from it. Mostly taking place in a Brazilian sex motel, the film is raunchy, erotic, and provocative in its delivery.

Taking place in Karim’ Aiunz’s home state, Motel Destino follows the tumultuous journey of Heraldo (Iago Xavier), a young man from a small beach town in Ceará, who dreams of a better future in the city as a mechanic. His aspirations are complicated by his entanglement with local drug dealer Bambina (Fabíola Líper), who refuses to let him and his brother Jorge (Renan Capivara) go until they complete a dangerous mission. A late-night encounter with a woman at a beach bar leads Heraldo to Motel Destino, but when he wakes up the next morning, he finds himself trapped after the woman has stolen his money. 

To add insult to injury, Heraldo’s late-night escapades caused him to miss the hit he was supposed to go on with Jorge. On the run from Bambina and her hitman, Heraldo returns to the motel for sanctuary. Run by the enigmatic Dayana (Nataly Rocha) and her volatile husband Elias (Fabio Assunção), the motel becomes Heraldo's hideout. As Heraldo takes on odd jobs in exchange for free lodging, a forbidden romance blossoms between him and Dayana. The plot thickens as Heraldo grapples with guilt, fear of retribution from Bambina, and his complicated relationship with Dayana; all while traversing the motel's debaucherous and voyeuristic world.

Although there is not much in terms of seat-gripping tension, or non-stop action, Motel Destino does not fall short in entertaining the audience. Did I mention the sex? At first, it was unsettling to listen to conversations accompanied by the sounds of often very intense passion and lovemaking. As the movie progresses, however, this becomes yet another provocative piece of the motel. Imagine a man who has lived his life next to a waterfall, the noise becomes part of the setting and less of a distraction. The sex is naturalized to the point that even a scene where donkeys are seen and heard having their turn on the action made the cut…that was a first for me. I almost cringe at the raciness of the movie. It is not disruptive, but it walks the thin line between discomfort and intrigue. I want to look away, but only feel myself leaning in closer.

Motel Destino came out punching, and while not all of its blows landed, what is conveyed is the struggle for control over one's destiny and the lengths to which we will go to achieve it. Heraldo feels trapped in a life dictated by his debts and dangerous affiliations. His journey into the forbidden—the seedy, surreal environment of Motel Destino—reflects his desperate bid for freedom. This narrative underscores the belief that life shouldn't merely happen to you but through you. Heraldo, initially a victim of life's trials and toils, ultimately takes matters into his own hands. By the end, he is not just running from his past but actively shaping his future, starting anew in São Paulo. 

Photo Credits: Cannes Film Festival, The Moveable Fest

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