Live Flesh, Almodóvar's best movie since Women On The Verge of A Nervous Breakdown, puts a dazzling end to nine years of helpless noodling between the split ends of his sensibility: the taboo-busting sex romps of Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down and the appalling Kika, and the Sirk-inspired melodrama of High Heels and the underrated Flower Of My Secret. Rather than choosing one side or the other, Almodóvar's solution this time is a reckless, kitchen-sink approach, and his desperate energy pays off.
Scott Tobias
March 29, 2002