I seem to be in a critical minority, but I found Pedro Almodovar’s latest to be a distinct comedown from All About My Mother and Talk to Her. Not that there weren’t good things in it, primarily Almodovar’s trademark theatricality, but my interest waned as the story took one noirish twist after another. I could follow (if not believe) the convoluted story within a story within a movie, but I couldn’t care about the characters, despite the kaleidoscopic presence of Gael Garcia Bernal -- straight, gay, and transgendered. Clever, comic, confident, and even compassionate, this film simply did not add up for me, wore out its welcome. (2004, Images, n.) *6-* (MC-81, RT-87.)
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