Uneven, but a lot of fun, with some serious thoughts about politics, class and the economy of modern Spain nicely hidden in the mix of sex and absurdity.
This (very intentionally) hearkens back to Almodovar's anarchic, rough edged early sex farces like Pepi, Luci Bom, but now he's re-approached that kind of story with the technical mastery of a lifetime making ever more sophisticated films.
That cuts both ways. On one hand the gorgeous color-popping polished visuals, and high- level performances make this even more of a joy to watch. On the other hand, it's very smoothness takes some of the bite out of Almodovor's early punky biting the hand that fed him, pushing the limits of film in post-Franco Spain.
But forgetting all that serious mumbo-jumbo, this is fun sexual and political farce, 90% of which takes places on an airplane that may be doomed. Led by three very funny, very gay flight attendants determined to keep the upper-class passengers distracted from what's really going on, using everything from musical numbers to mescaline (the economy class passengers have simply been drugged and put to sleep; a heavy handed but effective comment) – the flight gets wilder and wilder as those ruling class passengers reveal their secrets – sexual, social and personal - and their libidos. As do the flight crew.
Certainly not Almodovar's best work, but often filthy, funny and smart. And if a good number of the jokes don't quite hit, those that do, will sometimes make you laugh, and others will make you smile ruefully.
This (very intentionally) hearkens back to Almodovar's anarchic, rough edged early sex farces like Pepi, Luci Bom, but now he's re-approached that kind of story with the technical mastery of a lifetime making ever more sophisticated films.
That cuts both ways. On one hand the gorgeous color-popping polished visuals, and high- level performances make this even more of a joy to watch. On the other hand, it's very smoothness takes some of the bite out of Almodovor's early punky biting the hand that fed him, pushing the limits of film in post-Franco Spain.
But forgetting all that serious mumbo-jumbo, this is fun sexual and political farce, 90% of which takes places on an airplane that may be doomed. Led by three very funny, very gay flight attendants determined to keep the upper-class passengers distracted from what's really going on, using everything from musical numbers to mescaline (the economy class passengers have simply been drugged and put to sleep; a heavy handed but effective comment) – the flight gets wilder and wilder as those ruling class passengers reveal their secrets – sexual, social and personal - and their libidos. As do the flight crew.
Certainly not Almodovar's best work, but often filthy, funny and smart. And if a good number of the jokes don't quite hit, those that do, will sometimes make you laugh, and others will make you smile ruefully.