Almodovar of Madrid

Reagan 2022-03-22 09:02:25

The last little bit of dialogue made the audience laugh, and I, who didn't understand Spanish, sitting in a low-class theater in Madrid, laughed too.

But this isn't a comedy, it's a mix of joys and sorrows. This is Almodovar's new film after Penelope Cruz's "Return" in 2006. From the memories of a middle-aged blind man, it tells the story of three complex loves and the causes of love. Crazy, interspersed with the plot of the film, Almodovar is like that, he infiltrated the film with a little bit of himself. The first love, Penelope Cruz became the lover of a really old boss in order to save his father's illness; the second love, Penelope Cruz's love with a director, was met by the boss and the The jealousy of the director's wife, and a perverted man's continuous video voyeur; the third love, the director and his wife, and later, maybe the wife, maybe the perverted man drove the car into the director and Penelope Cruz's car, causing the man Blind, Penelope passed away. In the present conversation of the blind man, his wife and his son, there are constant flashbacks to stories from the past.

After returning, continued warmth.

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Extended Reading
  • Fernando 2022-03-24 09:02:56

    subtitle. . So helpless. She is still so beautiful.

  • Julie 2022-03-28 09:01:07

    The relationship between this group of people is too complicated.

Broken Embraces quotes

  • Diego: When you were waiting at the roundabout, for a car to pass on your left, Lena and you kissed.

    Mateo Blanco: We kissed? I don't remember that.

    Diego: It's a normal kiss, the kind couples give each other out of habit.

    Mateo Blanco: The last kiss.

    Diego: Yes. Lena didn't die in your arms, like you'd dreamed, but the last sensation she took from this world was your mouth.

  • [first lines]

    [in Spanish, quoting English subtitles]

    Modelo: What's your name?

    Mateo Blanco: Harry Caine.

    [voiceover]

    Mateo Blanco: I used to be called Mateo and I was a film director. I was always tempted by the idea of being someone else, as well as myself. Living one's life wasn't enough, so I invented a pseudonym, Harry Caine, an adventurer who, as fate would have it, became a writer. I had him sign all the scripts and stories I wrote. For years, Mateo Blanco and Harry Caine shared the same body, mine. But a moment came when suddenly I could only be Harry Caine. I became my pseudonym. A self-made writer made by himself. There was just one unforseen detail. Harry Caine would be a blind writer.