What To Rent
Written by Bwog Staff
In which film savant Iggy Cortez recommends a película and gives justification for enjoying Almodóvar.
It’s always good to start the year with a film both iconic and obvious, and Almodovar’s 1998 All About My Mother is both a classic of the college-dorm-poster variety and obligatory watching for anyone remotely interested in European cinema of the past twenty years. On the surface, All About My Mother is a melodrama about a nurse who copes with her teenage son’s death by returning to
Of course, the subtexts within this movie, however complex, can be readily decoded by even the least precocious of teenagers, which has not prevented some of the country’s most well-regarded critics from publishing rather short-sighted misreadings of Almodovar’s film as merely camp and politically complacent. Micheal Atkinson from The Voice, for instance, calls it “as unrebellious a film as one could imagine coming from a once- terrible enfant … [its] womb-like warmth and post-camp bathos has only led him to more conservative areas.” Such a critique betrays the all too prevalent mentality among American critics that directors who happen to be minorities have to entertain a usually insipid and literalist approach to socially committed art. But Almodovar is too sophisticated and mature a director to engage in the bourgeois-titilating shock theatrics for which Atkinson mystifyingly advocates. In its visually breathtaking engagement with the over-arching discourse surrounding a broad gamut of identities, All About My Mother’s quiet subversions have an ultimately greater resonance than any sort of didactic allegory.