Almodovar in this film is both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Sex" is still the same theme. From the red and sculpture at the beginning, to the real but blood-sucking sex scenes, all of them reflect the sensitivity and delicacy of this Spanish genius.
But the more mature Almodóvar has stopped using sex as a gimmick. In his films, "sex" is more and more like a background, the way he sees the world, but not the core of the story.
In his films, "sex" is always "sex" itself, not and should not be bound by any form or relationship. Whether it is same-sex, threesome, or couples, these are normal in Almodovar's eyes, and even sex and human nature can be more perfectly reflected in these relationships.
As a former diehard Almodovar fan, I have to say that this is definitely not his best movie. Perhaps watching his films is the hope of seeing naked, real forbidden love, and the human drive behind it. But in this film, all the forbidden love is the background, but the core of the story only tells the process of reconciliation between mother and daughter, and the description is not deep enough. After reading it, it does feel like drinking a glass of boiled water.
A glass of spooky, Spanish-style boiled water from Almodóvar.
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