Showing posts with label Alberto Iglesias. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alberto Iglesias. Show all posts

Monday, June 07, 2021

DVD/150: DOLOR Y GLORIA (PAIN AND GLORY) (Pedro Almodóvar, 2019)

Almodóvar's 21st film, the powerful, deeply personal DOLOR Y GLORIA, resounded strongly with me.

Recovering from a back operation, acclaimed director Salvador Mallo is unwell, and cannot work.

 
An early film is being revived and a proposed appearance with the lead actor Alberto is impossible as they fell out 32 years ago.

 
Reconciling with Alberto, Salvador tries heroin for the first time; it brings pain relief but increases his tiredness, his dreams returning him to his childhood in Valencia, living with his parents in a whitewashed cave home. 
 
 
Salvador allows Alberto to adapt an unpublished short story for a one-man show, about Salvador's first lover who he tried to nurse through a heroin addiction.  One night the lover, Federico, visiting Madrid from Argentina, sees the play and visits Salvador, both moved at the reconciliation.

 
Confronting his unresolved relationship with his late mother and his first male desire brings renewal.


Shelf or charity shop?  Total shelf.  It feels like a culmination of Almodóvar's films over the past twenty years, retracing again memories of family faultlines. Salvador's increasingly personal reunions with past failings lead to a wonderful final scene when memory and renewal connect. The film primarily belongs to the Pedro regulars: Antonio Banderas's performance is so subtle that it haunts you. It was his 8th Almodóvar film, and he deserved, among other honours, the Cannes and Goya Awards for Best Actor.  Julieta Serrano is excellent as his dying mother Jacinta, her silent reproach at his life finally aired: she won the Best Supporting Actress Goya Award for this, her 6th Pedro collaboration.  Penélope Cruz also appears in her 6th Almodóvar collaboration, shining as the younger Jacinta in Salvador's memories, her performance is marvellously earthy yet layered.  Astonishingly good are Asier Flores as the boy Salvador and César Vicente as Eduardo, the young village painter who becomes his first obsession.  Asier Etxiandia is fine as Alberto the actor as is Nora Navas as Mallo's agent but Leonardo Sbaraglia is magnificent as Salvador's first lover Federico: the central scene between him amd Banderas is tenderly played and emotionally devastating.  A special mention for the cameo from Cecilia Roth (in her 8th Pedro film) as the actress who helps reunite Salvador and Antonio.  DOLOR Y GLORIA also features remarkable work from composer Alberto Iglesias (his 11th Pedro film), cinematographer José Luis Alcaine (his 7th film with Almodóvar) and production designer Antxón Gómez (his 9th collaboration).  A perfect film.
 

 


Saturday, May 29, 2021

Back to Before: The Cinema - Almodóvar's THE HUMAN VOICE (2020)

On 5th March 2020, I went to the cinema to see JOJO RABBIT.

On 22nd May 2021, I went to the cinema to see THE HUMAN VOICE.

 
There have been cinematic droughts in previous years but there was the option to go if I wanted to and there was usually something at the National Film Theatre worth seeing on the big screen again.  But of course in the past 14 months cinemas have been closed due to COVID.  I wondered what would lure me back into risking my health in an enclosed space with strangers...  what had to be seen on the big screen rather than being streamed on my laptop.  Oh course it was Pedro!
 
I had a ticket for the originally-announced screening of the film last October when the cinemas reopened only for them to close again quickly.  But here it was again and this time it was a successful visit!  It was in the smaller NFT screen which was a concern but with carefully managed front-of-house procedures easing me into the cinema, it was a relief to find that the rows of seats only had 4 seats intact per row, with seats physically missing between them; and of course, we watched it wearing masks.


I had seen Jean Cocteau's one-woman play only on screen before, in Roberto Rossellini's 1948 film of two short stories L'AMORE, both featuring the elemental screen presence of Anna Magnani.  The plot is simple: a woman is alone in her apartment, waiting for her lover to return.  He has packed his suitcases which stand by the door, watched over by his faithful dog, but he has been away for three days and the woman is wracked with pain and depression.  Finally he calls and, in a one-sided conversation, we watch her as she wrestles with her emotions, nonchalent, honest, capricous. pleading, distraught, angry, desperately keeping him talking - while he is on the phone she still has him in her life.  It doesn't help that his call keeps getting cut off.

Almodóvar saw the film in the 1980s and it haunted him to the extent that it features in two consecutive films: in LA LEY DEL DESEO (LAW OF DESIRE) Carmen Maura's character is appearing in a stage version of the play; wanting to star Maura in a central role Almodóvar attempted to adapt it for the screen only to be left with the bare bones of the plot as it morphed into his break-out comedy MUJERES AL BORDE DE UN ATAQUE DE NERVIOS (WOMEN ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN).


What nagged at Almodóvar was the ending; Cocteau's play was first shown in 1930 and Pedro felt that while the central theme was still universal, he felt it needed a more contemporary feel to reflect the actresses of today but how would he find someone to bring The Woman to life?  He had met actress (and fan) Tilda Swinton at various film festivals down the years and she had suggested she was available anytime to play a role for a him - not speaking Spanish she suggested she could play a mute!

But in early 2020 THE HUMAN VOICE floated up to Pedro again and he realised that - not only was it an ideal role for her - but that to win her over it could be filmed in English and, more importantly, he did not have to be tied to having to widen it out to a feature-length film; it would perfectly suit being a short film - the running time is 30 minutes.  When the pandemic cancelled their first attempt to film it last April it gave time for Pedro to work on an ideal shooting arrangement: setting it in an empty sound-stage with a standing box set to represent her apartment, he could film it with a skeleton crew and Tilda.  It certainly captures perfectly the worldwide feeling of paranoia at being isolated at home.  They started filming in July last year and it was completed in 11 days.


With only one outdoor location - a Madrid hardware shop - the premise works brilliantly.  The woman is now an actress, first seen in an outlandish, glamorous ballgown in a large empty soundstage, she is nervous and on-edge.  She returns to her chic colour co-ordinated apartment - quickly revealed to be a set in the same soundstage - and she moves around it obviously distracted: sorting their favourite dvds and cds, destroying his suit, taking tablets, existing... and then the phone rings.
 
I wondered if my attention might wander but not at all: Swinton inhabits the role wonderfully - with her Bowie air of stillness and unpredictability and her crisp voice like broken celery, she doesn't need to be a walking volcano like Magnani, her modernist hauteur quickly reveals the broken heart nursed inside.  While talking on the phone - with a pair of air-buds in place - she wanders out of the apartment into the empty soundstage at times, a perfect visualisation that even outside her apartment she is still in a world of silence and solitude.


Almodóvar's loose adaptation of the play ends in a wonderfully surprising and fitting end for his version of Cocteau's Woman - who after trying a number of poses, is left with telling her departing lover the truth.  I must mention that THE HUMAN VOICE does not just have one performer - special plaudits and a packet of Bonio for Dash the collie who gives a great performance as the lonely dog missing his master.  At the filmed interview between Almodóvar, Swinton and Mark Kermode shown after it, both mentioned that Dash's individual interpretation forced them to rethink some moments within the scenes which turned out to be infintely better choices!  Needless to say, being an Almodóvar film means the cinematography and set design are glorious.
 
Also a special mention to longtime Pedro composer Alberto Iglesias - there was no time for him to compose an original score before it's invited space at the Venice Film Festival so he re-edited sections from his previous Almodóvar scores to create a new one, you would never know!  The great news is not only is Pedro working on a new film with old friends Penelope Cruz and Rossy DePalma named MADRES PARALELAS but he has a project in mind to work with Tilda Swinton again.

And watch out The Arts... I am back.



Sunday, April 26, 2020

DVD/150: LA PIEL QUE HABITO (The Skin I Live In) (Pedro Almodóvar, 2011)

LA PIEL QUE HABITO reunited Almodóvar and Antonio Banderas for the first time since ATAME! in 1990.


Robert Ledgard is a respected plastic surgeon who alarms a conference when he says he is researching a new burn-resistant skin, his peers suspect he is still obsessed with his wife's death in a car-crash and the subsequent suicide of his deranged daughter.


Unknown to them, he is beyond research - locked in a bedroom in his secluded mansion is a young woman named Vera who resembles his dead wife and wears a flesh-toned bodysuit to protect the skin that he has grafted onto her body.


They share the house with Robert's servant Marilla who has her own secret: she is Robert's real mother and has never told him.


But who is Vera and what shocking secret is known by only Robert and her?


Revenge is a dish best served cold...

Shelf or charity shop?  Definitely shelf...  Antonio Banderas' darkly menacing performance was his best in years and there is fine work from Elena Anaya as the mysterious Vera and Almodóvar veteran Marisa Paredes as Marilla.  Two other longstanding collaborators make the film a pleasure to watch: José Luis Alcaine's lush cinematography and composer Alberto Igleisias' compelling score.  

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Dvd/150: LOS ABRAZOS ROTOS (Broken Embraces) (Pedro Almodóvar, 2009)

Almodóvar's 17th film is a multi-layered tale of love, loss and film-making; it also continues his collaboration with Penelope Cruz as well as featuring cameos by his favourite acresses.


Former film director Mateo was blinded in a car crash 14 years ago and now lives as a writer under the name 'Harry Caine'; he is cared for by his agent Judit and her son Diego.


As Mateo cares for Diego after an accidental drug overdose, he learns that the tycoon Ernesto Martel has died; it allows Mateo to tell Diego of the events in the 1990s that involved him, Judit, Martel and Martel's mistress Lena who became Mateo's secret lover when he cast her in his latest film, events that ended with the crash which blinded him and killed Lena.


Penélope Cruz is radiant and touching as Lena, adored by Mateo, Ernesto - and, ultimately, by Pedro's camera  too.


Shelf or charity shop?  It's a keeper for Almodóvar's rhapsodic film-making, Alberto Iglesias' score with it's Bernard Herrman overtones and the performances of Lluís Homar as Mateo, Blanca Portillo as Judit, José Luis Gómez as Ernestro, and the delightful previous 'Pedronista's Lola Duenas, Angela Molina, Rossy de Palma, Chus Lampreave and Kiti Mánver.

Sunday, November 03, 2019

Dvd/150: VOLVER (Pedro Almodóvar, 2006)

VOLVER glows with warmth and colour thanks to six phenomenal actresses who jointly won the Best Actress Award at Cannes.  'Volver' means 'to return' and here Almodóvar returns to Carmen Maura, the subject of mothers and daughters and the need for ghosts.. 


Sisters Raimunda and Sole regularly visit their La Mancha birthplace to tend their parent's grave who died in a fire three years previously and visit their frail aunt Paula, but she tells them their mother Irene's ghost is there looking after her.


Back in Madrid, Raimunda's daughter stabs her father when he attempts rape. Raimunda hides his body in the freezer of an empty restaurant that she has access to, later opening the restaurant to make extra cash. 


Sole attends Aunt Paula's funeral only to discover Irene's ghost is in the house; imagine her shock when she returns to Madrid and discovers Irene hidden in her car boot...


Shelf or charity shop?  An absolute keeper - Almodóvar's excellent cinematic storytelling deftly moves from supernatural family drama through comedy to a genuinely profound meditation on love, loss and the power of forgiveness.  The film is dominated by three remarkable performances: Penélope Cruz is luminous as Raimunda, Carmen Maura is glorious as Irene and Blanca Portillo is heartbreaking as the secretive, grieving village neighbour Agustina; there is wonderful support from Lola Duenas as Sole, Yohana Cobo as Raimona's daughter Paula and the wonderful Chus Lampreave who steals her one scene as frail Aunt Paula.  A special mention to Alberto Iglesias' excellent score.