Fragments of Love explores the relationships between sexual love, imagination, memory, and human frailty against the backdrop of Columbian political turmoil, and I haven't seen that politics-to-sex connection made so well since "The Unbearable Lightness of Being." Here, pessimism about Columbia's future saturates every frame. The troubled soul of the nation parallels that of (sexually and musically impotent) composer Rodrigo Borrero. His love for Susanna, which is rooted in her memories of her troubled history, restores him creatively and sexually. The film is beautifully shot, flawlessly directed, and very well acted. It's funny enough to keep the dark tone from being overwhelming, but deals with extraordinarily pessimistic themes of memory, creativity, and wholeness. In the end, for director Fernando Vallejo, art and memory are the only survivors.