For no better reason than that I took its name in vain earlier today, I thought we'd check in with one of the genuine masterpieces of '80s filmmaking, especially teasing here with its glimpses of divinities like La Maura and the exquisite Rossy, along with the now-seems-impossibly young Banderas.
Almodóvar really hit his international stride with this one, and like a first love, it has a special place not eclipsed by his later triumphs. And it just looks so damn great. In memory, everywhere in 1988 was those colors, and while I never hijacked a biker or got to dub Joan Crawford, it all feels very nostalgic. Sigh...
I most definitely concur!
ReplyDeleteI don't speak Spanish, but I have seen this movie so many times I can watch it with the subtitles turned off and understand every word.
ReplyDeleteI pointed this out on my blog, but in the captioned film version shown here in the US back in the 1980s, when Pepa laced her gazpacho with somníferos and rattled off the recipe, it was captioned as "barbiturates", but when the film went to video and then DVD it was described as "sleeping pills". Not nearly as funny.