Spoiler Alert, I will be unashamedly fawning all over this film. Be warned.
I'm a long time fan of Almodóvar's films. Some I've not seen, especially the early 80s ones. Others I need to watch again, as once was not enough. Like most great artists in film, watching and rewatching their works adds immensely to the appreciation of the piece. There is so much on offer in this his latest offering. The first being the Star, and I do mean Star, Antonio Banderas. My own love affair with his screen presence goes back to the early 90s. Perhaps with one of his first films I saw him in Law Of Desire. Apart from his incredible screen allure, is his talent. Looking into his eyes as he plays his characters you are drawn into a world of warmth, mystery, madness, charm, tenderness and in some roles, psychosis. In this one he is the rich dreamy centrepiece around which the narrative unfolds. He is flawed yet funny, in pain but energetic, sad but not lonely. He is having what many of us will go through. Mid life and the existential examining of ones life. Rudely and undesirable as it may often be. But he doesn't shy away from it. As usual Almodóvar has assembled a first class cast. All equally accomplished and a part of his unique vision. His colour palette is in top form. If you know his work at all, you'll appreciate his use of bold colours, striking set design and set pieces. Penelope Crúz is outstanding as the young Salvadore's mother. Raising her son in what could only be described as poverty. Maybe even abject poverty. Her own husband away at work most of the day, she struggles with their new life in a sort of cave system. The opening scene of her and other young women doing the washing of sheets down at the rivers edge on washboards is one of the most telling and striking scenes you will see opening a film. She has her young son on her back as she is scrubbing away, and has to ask her friend to take him off as he is too heavy. No drama, just a statement. Then as they spread the washing out over the bushes they are singing joyously. It is so simple and so pure. Rarely would we see a scene such as this in a film today. Or if we did, it would be to underline a heavy burden of poverty. This does not do that. It is uplifting. The story goes on, full of close ups of the interactions of the players. I was laughing and at times in tears. Antonio is ageing as we all are. But he is not old. His creative powers have not dimmed, nor has the directors. To look into Antonios eyes in the film will tell you more than my meagre words could ever do. See it and revel in a master and his work.