Labyrinth of Passion Reviews
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regi Pedro Almodovar
Synopsis: Sexilia (Cecilia Roth), en punks√•ngerska, nymfoman och dotter till en ber√∂md gynekolog tr√§ffar under en rockkonsert Riza (Imanol Arias), son till ledaren av det fiktiva landet Tiran (som ska ligga i mellan√∂stern) som rymt till Madrid f√∂r att ha sex med andra m√§n. Sexilia och Riza blir k√§ra i varandra och deras k√§rlek f√∂rblir (till skillnad fr√•n en hel del andra av filmens konstellationer) platonisk tills slutscenen. Dessutom √§r n√•gra terrorister ute efter Riza, och en av dem blir k√§r i Riza (till en b√∂rjan utan att veta om hans r√§tta identitet).
After watching this movie I came to the conclusion that Pedro Almodůvar must be one of the globe's worst directors/story writers. He has made several (rather tasteless) movies about homosexuality but this one is the worst by far. Almodůvar portraits gay men as hairy, ugly, unatractive men with high female voices and ugly large white knickers with an unhealthy portion of flamboyance, let's say the tasteless version of Freddie Mercury in his I want to break free video clip. No wonder heterosexuals do have prejudices against the gay if they are shown like this.
I went aggressive after seeing this movie and I deliberately missed the last thirty minutes. I am not the type of viewer who normally switches off a movie before the end but tonight I thought "To hell with this crap Almodůvar!". Thank goodness he made Hable con ella many years after this movie. That was when he received my respect.
Skip this crap! You are warned!
But well...this celebration of excess and glorification of sex perhaps best conveys the feeling of jubilation and liberation in Spain's post-Franco era? (I honestly don't know...)
And...while all that porno sex can be shocking/offensive, perhaps it succeeded in tickling our 'moral sensitivities' imposed on us by 'civilisation' but which in fact goes against all human nature/instincts? This is perhaps what the movie is about - the protagonists, with their inner urges suppressed, dreamed away their lives like zombies; but with their desires fulfilled, they found their voice again. So perhaps the movie is not just about the 'liberation' of its protagonists, but also the (hoped) 'liberation' of its audience upon seeing the film.
(Why am I defending Almodovar? Whatever I say, my mom would still think he's totally perverted. Well, maybe this is just a porno in the disguise of arthouse)
Oh and I love Almodovar's cameo! Little fat guy in tight leather dress. Adorable :)