I’ve heard it said that fans of Almodóvar’s work are these days divided along the All About My Mother-Talk to Her crevasse. I’m a great admirer of Almodóvar, but I confess with some embarrassment that this is my first time seeing All About My Mother, now perhaps his most famous and popular film. Skillfully written and beautifully acted as it is, I don’t like it nearly as much as about a half-dozen of his other films. It seems foolish to complain about a film so carefully, lovingly made, with all of its affectionate nods to All About Eve, Tennessee Williams, and maternity. But so much of the film’s plotting seems forced to me — and I’m as big a mama’s-boy as they come.
Call me a Talk to Her man.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Columbia TriStar Home Video DVD
20 Jul 2005 4:03 PM | Submit Comment