Thought Becky was interpreted by Poncela the whole movie so I kept expecting something more bizarre. It did get interesting and the vivid colours added well to the surreal plot though I REALLY wanted something more cryptic. Loved the whole back and forth I did it I didn't do it tho
Why aren't more Almodovar movies more readily available in the US? This melodramatic murder mystery (that isn't really ever that mysterious) appears so unaware of its own absurdity that it develops a poignant charm. This movie belongs to that lovely period in the late 80s/early 90s when Almodovar stopped camping and just started being really good.
September (Allen), Autumn Sonata (Bergman) and High Heels feels connected to each other in their way to describing the relationship between mother and daugther and I love these three films and the actresses that plays them (Mia Farrow, Elaine Stritch) (Liv Ullmann, Ingrid Bergman) (Victoria Abril, Marisa Paredes) though I feel more sympathy for the daughters, I also feel sorry for the mothers.
About love, about lust, about success, failure and the bitter-sour taste of life but most of all, about the deep, unlimited and unsuspected complicity in mother and daughter relationships; Almodovar knows femenine psychologies more than any other filmaker and he knows just how to make them glow.