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Manuela, infirmiere, vit seule avec son fils Esteban, passionné de litterature. Pour l'anniversaire de Manuela, Esteban l'invite au théâtre ou ils vont voir "Un tramway nommé désir". A la sortie, Manuela raconte a son fils qu'elle a interprété cette pièce face a son père dans le role de Kowalsky. C'est la premiere fois qu'Esteban, bouleversé, entend parler de son père. C'est alors qu'il est renversé par une voiture. Folle de douleur, Manuela part à la recherche de l'homme qu'elle a aimé, le pere de son fils. (Pathé Films)

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claudel 

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français Normalement, j'aime les films d'Almodóvar, mais ici, je n'ai pas perçu le talent du maître espagnol. Le récit m'a posé problème ; je n'ai pas compris ce que l'auteur voulait dire et pourquoi certains personnages se comportaient comme ils le faisaient, d’autant que certains d'entre eux étaient vraiment ennuyeux. Le seul rayon de soleil était la traditionnelle Penélope Cruz, dont le personnage m’a pris par les sentiments. ()

gudaulin 

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anglais Almodóvar has already received 4 stars from me in the past, and it would be interesting to compare these titles with the film All About My Mother, during which I started to have enough of Almodóvar and his film style. Filmmaking is undoubtedly in his blood, but what can you do when his film contains a lot of melodramatic twists, like from a cheap Latin American soap opera? It is theatrical, and the characters and their actions are as if from another planet. I am not such a puritan that I mind transvestites, homosexuals, and prostitutes, but other characters in Almodóvar's world hardly ever get in. Moreover, how he builds their relationships is very forced. Two women who have never seen each other before share very intimate and crucial information at their first meeting, which a person would probably prefer to keep secret and only confide in a very close and trustworthy person. I can't help it, but as cultured as Almodóvar is in revealing his sexual desires compared to, let's say, Pasolini, his desires and his entire world exhaust me, so I'm done with it. Overall impression: 45%. ()

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Marigold 

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anglais Theatrically twisted, unfettered melodramatic and precipitously colorful... Almodóvar talking about life being like playing a role, a mother, a woman, a man – an intelligent and consistent unit with characteristically supple personal stamp (how much the music of Albert Iglesias means to a Spaniard!). A queer film, but one that does not close itself off to the majority whatsoever. Personally, I don’t know what to think about the comedic stylization in certain parts. It seems to me that out of the hypersensitivity of maternal vicissitudes, Almodóvar dipped into Broken Embraces. His self-reflexive mask of an intellectual is probably a tiny bit closer to me than the pastel softness All About My Mother. ()

NinadeL 

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anglais Pedro Almodóvar doesn't become a director I love this time around either, but thanks to the Prague City theaters' production, I'm somewhat more comfortable with the Oscar-winning phenomenon All About My Mother. It really helped me to see both Penélope Cruz and Evellyn Pacoláková in the same role, because only in this way could Hermana Rosa become a real character in my eyes and not just a variation of a familiar face. And I could go on. All About Eve is better in the theatrical version, but the transvestite Agrado is obviously better in the film, because what Vladimir Marek does on the stage is a disaster. All in all, I'll try a few more things from the Almodóvar/Cruz collection, but I think we're done. His world exists on the completely opposite side of cinema from the one in which I exist. On paper, the story must have looked great - all the coincidences, transvestites, intersections with art, and cheeky one-liners - but in its final form, it's just about improbable situations, cinematic coincidences, and glycerine tears. ()

novoten 

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anglais This time around, Pedro Almodóvar this time missed the complexities of the human soul, and for quite a while, it bothered me that I couldn't find even a slightly ordinary character apart from the main character that the viewer could identify with. I got lost in the first hour and was painfully bored in the flood of prostitutes, transsexuals, and women with insurmountable prejudices. That's why I was even more surprised by the final catharsis, which has significant power and saves what can be saved. However, as a whole, it simply doesn't gel at all, no matter how much I would have wished for the opposite due to the popularity of the film. ()

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