very disappointing, very slow. I actually turned it off.
Sorry
It’s one of those days where the phone won’t stop ringing and your flat starts feeling like a loading bay for other people’s bad decisions. Madrid becomes a brightly coloured panic room: doors slam, secrets leak, and everyone arrives two minutes too late with the worst possible news.
The mad thing is it’s only 89 minutes, yet it crams in more plot than films twice its length — and it still never feels cluttered. It just shoots by, juggling all these threads with this slightly intoxicating “how on earth is this going to collide?” momentum. Some of it’s gloriously contrived, sure, but that’s half the fun: you lean in and watch Almodóvar pull the strings without tangling them.
Carmen Maura is the towering centre of it all — frazzled, funny, and weirdly moving when the noise drops for a beat. Even the gazpacho is pulling its weight as a comic weapon of mass sedation. By the time the outrageous chase kicks off, I was grinning like an idiot.
In his inimitable way Almodavar slowly builds his unlikely story into a complex and humorous finale, faintly reminiscent of "Some Like it Hot". But a word of warning, the dubbed "English" version somehow manages to miss all the humour of the subtitled version. It requires a little more concentration but if you can give this film your undivided attention then it's possible that, like me, you'll be chuckling for a long time afterwards.