Latin movies are always burning with desperate madness. When you want to rebuke this paranoia, you are often moved by it. Almodovar used a splendid performance in the style of fireworks to solve the century-old problem of the person I love and the person who loves me... Don't choose anyone, we will come to heaven to make the final conclusion.
Without that accidental death, Juan and Antonio, the people I love and the people who love me, would hardly know who Pablo would be with in the end. He will go to see Juan, spend a good night with him, and then still separate the two places. Juan couldn't give up anything for him, he had his own choice, but he didn't give up Pablo's love. His feelings for Pa are the same as Pa to Antonio. They are all obsessed with warm feedback from their lovers.
Juan is a beautiful young man, but he is not a qualified lover. They took drugs together, and fell into drugs together, and no one took care of the switch in the living room. Pablo had an unhealthy life with him. Pablo missed it after he was gone, and lived a negative and decadent life.
On the contrary, Antonio looks crazy and paranoid, but he is a down-to-earth and conservative person. He does not smoke or take drugs, and has a strict family education mother. He is happy to take care of his lover, help him paint the walls, fix the switch, and tell him not to suck white powder. If there is no such accident, maybe he can become a very comfortable lover. But it is precisely a paradox. There is no accident, there is no last embarrassed dilemma, and there is no fateful hour. Pablo is afraid that he will never understand Antonio's love that burns everything.
In Latin movies, women's love always yearns for a quiet time, but men's love always lingers on the edge. They are turbulent, hovering left and right, hesitating, looking forward and backward, and then waiting for a conflict that can resolve everything-either murder or death. Love bursts out its brightest light at the moment when life burns out. With a resolute attitude, they refuse to compromise, refuse to be ambiguous, and refuse to have both sides.
Love must be either black or white, or you or me.
This is male, hormonal and masculine love.
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