Because it’s a totally normal thing to do I’m now listening to the scores from all the Almodovar films that are on spotify.
I’m always in the mood for Almodovar. I watched his films obsessively in high school, even the bad and obscure ones (oh Dark Habits, Kika, Laberinto de Pasiones). I love just everything about the world he creates. The melange of color and darkness, humor and pain, the camp and the real. The ridiculous stories.
Todo Sobre Mi Madre may be my favorite, but Átame!, Mujeres al Borden … . I now realize I’m naming nearly his whole filmography, because, really, all of them.
I think I’m two US releases behind now. Oh the passions you lose track of with age.
"Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth. You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them."
Seriously. I am a woman cooking in a brightly tiled kitchen singing Spanish folk songs while you and your transexual best friend plot to cover up the murder of the man who tried to rape her. ALMODOVAR GRANDMA. The only problem is my cardigan isn’t red.
Man, I love me some Almodovar.