The worst Almodovar movie I've seen so far

Lane 2022-01-08 08:04:01

The worst Almodovar film I have seen so far.
I really want to make a two-star.

Although I fully understand:
when a storyteller,
he puts the heaviest and most tangled thing in his heart, which may be the same motif or several motifs,
in various forms, after repeating it seven or eight times,
What he talks about again is often just the remnants and extensions of that thing.

After he finishes talking about the most inferior remaining materials, the effort he makes again
is often just a futile effort.
Usually, the value of such works can only be reflected in the perfection of the form and structure.
The art form may be more mature, but the thought is like a torn hole,
and the content of the story condensed by the thought will inevitably be flat.

But for the storyteller, there is no regret in life.
From this perspective, Almo can already say that there is nothing regrettable.

In addition, I think that when he tells this story, he
may have regretted a certain movie in his past, and he had
a certain origin of the idea.

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Extended Reading
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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.