Labyrinth of Passions

In an anticlimactic, months-later coda, I have now finished Almodovar’s filmography. This is one only a die-hard fan could love, perhaps, widening the circle just large enough to include fans of high camp and drag queen fodder. It’s as crazy and randomly composed as his other early films, Pepi, Luci, Bom and Dark Habits, and if I like those much more it may either be attributed to being absorbed in his work at the time or the casting of my favorite Almodovar girls, although I do remember finding them uproariously funny. His sense of humor is in this one, and certainly it’s funny, but not as consistently as the others. What it is absolutely good for is a look at post-Franco Madrid and all the new freedom and wildness in life and in the arts permitted not only underground but crawling the streets and careening through airports. And Pedro’s own pop “music” with Fabio MacNamara is not to be missed!

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