Last Sunday I went to see Pedro Almodovar's Broken Embraces with David and we both left the theater feeling a bit underwhelmed with the film.
A few days later, I find myself going back to Almodovar's film - reviewing the plot in my head, specific scenes, moments that have stayed with me. My original criticism of it feeling like Almodovar was holding back feels a bit trite now - was it not melodramatic enough? Perhaps another viewing is in order.
In the end, I feel that I initially didn't give Penelope Cruz enough credit. It's due to her melancholic performance that I keep thinking about the film. Thinking about it more, I realize that it is less about the love affair, the intrigue but rather Almodovar's love letter of sorts to cinema. While I wouldn't say Broken Embraces is Almodovar's best (I'm quite partial to All About My Mother), it's stayed with me in a way that I did not anticipate.
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