Pedro Almodovar

Bethany 2022-03-22 09:02:25

Pedro Almodóvar, the flag of Spanish cinema, the combination of him and Penelope can produce wonderful chemical changes every time, or prefer "Return". Personally, I feel that her performance in "Midnight in Barcelona" is too flamboyant and has been excited. Woody Allen is still too flashy and lacks something. Unlike Almodóvar, the two Spaniards, who were flat and then burst out, were passionate, loving, lustful, and wild. Very tense, powerful and intuitive.
The rhythm of this film is very strange, unlike the current film, which has ups and downs, a small ups and downs in 3 minutes, a big climax in 5 minutes, a very flat narrative, but you can't stop when you find it. In general, it starts to look good after 1 hour, keep at it! ! ! No, just wash and sleep.

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Extended Reading
  • Alvina 2022-04-22 07:01:42

    The Almodovar movies are still the same way, and Penelope Clos's chest is still dizzying.

  • Gayle 2022-04-22 07:01:42

    Without homosexuality, transvestites, sexual abuse, shemales..., Almodovar is not so "vulgar" anymore, An Zhifeifu? Perhaps, this is a stepping stone to the ranks of true masters.

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.