I just wish there were enough Almodovar movies so that I could watch one every day. Every day. The colors, the stories, the people, the writing. All so amazing. That combination of heart and quirk is some kind of alchemy. Talk to Her and All About My Mother and Volver and Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. Oh, all of them.
There was one I didn't get through, but I can't remember the name of it. It was Antonio Banderas as a disturbed young man. I might try it again. Do you know the one I'm talking about?
Anyway, tonight we watched Volver for the umpteenth time. Therefore, obviously, my hair and makeup and shape are going to be more intense for the next few days because how could they possibly not be?