2019 Film Reviews – 55: Live Flesh [dir. Pedro Almodóvar; 1997]

It’s interesting to revisit Live Flesh now that we have enough perspective to see it as representative of the middle phase of Almodóvar‘s career: it mostly dispenses with the high camp of the likes of Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown, yet it possesses a quirkiness that sets it apart from the man’s recent, quieter fare, such as Pain & Glory and Julieta. In other words, it has a personality all its own, using its melodramatic story of a wrongly-convicted, revenge-seeking young man to weave together ideas about destiny, weakness and, most interestingly, the way we use our bodies as conduits for passions and emotions. It may not rank amongst the director’s masterpieces, but it’s unquestionably worth watching.


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