Directed by JASZ and captured through the ravishing lens of Luis Celedón, ‘Fiebre’ (Fever) is an experimental Colombian short that dives headlong into the molten core of lust, obsession, and erotic self-ruin. A visual poem in every sense, it’s built around the seductive, evocative words of Freddy Mendez – spoken in voice-over, like a fevered confession, guiding us deeper into desire.
Split into six blistering chapters, the film follows a man and a woman as they surrender to the pull of pure physicality. Amongst nature – raw, wild, watching – they strip away more than clothes. Their bodies collide, merge, devour. What unfolds is both ritual and release, a dance of instinct over intellect, of skin over shame.
The poem speaks of temptation, of pleasure that borders on destruction, of lust that blooms like a wound. The imagery mirrors the verse: fast, heated, intimate. Scenes build with unbearable tension until everything – words, bodies, breath — erupts in an orgasmic crescendo.
‘Fiebre’ is hypnotic, graphic, unashamed. At times symbolic, but mostly visceral, it captures the side effects of longing: self-destruction, obsession, emotional disintegration. Is this a memory, a fantasy, or the final unraveling of a man lost in his own lustful delirium?
This is not a film for the faint-hearted. It’s bold, fast-paced, and relentlessly erotic. But for those willing to be scorched, ‘Fiebre’ is a fever worth catching. JASZ directs with fearless sensuality, while Celedón’s cinematography is cinematic and gorgeously framed, every shot aching with intention. Lust rarely looks this beautiful. Desire rarely feels this dangerous.
