LA PIEL QUE HABITO (Almodóvar, 2011) - Oh Pedro. You magnificent bastard.
I really should no longer be surprised. I did a count – this is the tenth Almodovar movie I’ve seen. I’m used to the vibrant colors and grand compositions by now, and I should no longer be surprised by the twists, the outrageousness, the sheer bat-shitness (bat-shittedness?) of it all. I spent the movie being first curious, then apprehensive, then highly uncomfortable followed by angry, and finally, when the twist finally starts emerging, shaking my head in both disbelief and admiration. Nobody else is foolish enough to attempt these things. But then again, I know of nobody else who could pull it off.
Read the rest of my (elaborate) post at my old blog, but beware: it’s full of SPOILERS, and on this movie, you really don’t want to be spoiled - I’m very glad I wasn’t. Click at your own peril.
