a film by almodovar sends a tingle down my spine every time. the capitalized print which opens the spanish auteur latest feature instantly induces memories of salacious nuns and gentle necrophiliacs and wisecracking transsexualsand i haven not even got as far as the infant terrible critically reviled early work. and after a beautiful opening montage and with the camera roving across a wind swept graveyard animated by a hoard of widows feverishly scrubbing tombstones and i thought pedro had me again under his wicked spell. yet once my nostalgia had subsided and there was very little to fill its place. for a director who revels in bringing humanity to assassins and rapists and he does a very poor job at finding any emotional depth or endearing quality in his women. penelope cruz is raimunda and a headstrong housewife whose life is complicated by her daughter accidental killing of her abusive husband. thankfully she lives in almodovar spain where your friends will quite happily help to dispose of a corpse for the offer of a round of cocktails. add to the melting pot the ghost of raimunda mother and a host of other eccentrically warm hearted matriarchs. volver means literally to return and and pedro does appear to be recycling old material. the sub plot of incest feels as though it were tacked on as the obligatory taboo. instead of commenting on or subverting the issue and as with his treatment of paedophilia in bad education and it feels forced and unconvincing amid the film chick flick sentimentality. i suggest almodovar call his next film salir (to move on). 
a film by almodovar sends a tingle down my spine every time. the capitalized print which opens the spanish auteur latest feature instantly induces memories of salacious nuns and gentle necrophiliacs and wisecracking transsexualsand i haven not even got as far as the infant terrible critically reviled early work. and after a beautiful opening montage and with the camera roving across a wind swept graveyard animated by a hoard of widows feverishly scrubbing tombstones and i thought pedro had me again under his wicked spell. yet once my nostalgia had subsided and there was very little to fill its place. for a director who revels in bringing humanity to assassins and rapists and he does a very poor job at finding any emotional depth or endearing quality in his women. penelope cruz is raimunda and a headstrong housewife whose life is complicated by her daughter accidental killing of her abusive husband. thankfully she lives in almodovar spain where your friends will quite happily help to dispose of a corpse for the offer of a round of cocktails. add to the melting pot the ghost of raimunda mother and a host of other eccentrically warm hearted matriarchs. volver means literally to return and and pedro does appear to be recycling old material. the sub plot of incest feels as though it were tacked on as the obligatory taboo. instead of commenting on or subverting the issue and as with his treatment of paedophilia in bad education and it feels forced and unconvincing amid the film chick flick sentimentality. i suggest almodovar call his next film salir (to move on). ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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