All About My Mother
Directed by Pedro Almodovar
With All About My Mother, Pedro Almodovar shifts away from his earlier, more kinky and offbeat views of sex and relationships. Here, he is more concerned about conventional film elements and less determined to shock his viewers.
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The hit of the 1999 Cannes Film Festival, where everyone except the jury thought it should have won the Palme d’Or, All About My Mother is about mothers and their relationships with their natural or surrogate children. It’s also about the other roles that women occupy when they’re not caring for their sons and daughters. In it’s closing credits Almodovar goes so far as to dedicate the film to all actresses who have played actresses, to all women who act, to men who act and become women, to all the people who want to be mothers, and finally to his own mother. For Almodovar, the great actresses and the characters they played help us in preparing for the tragedies in life just like mothers do. For Almodóvar, women must be actresses in their own lives in order to get by. In fact there are no significant male characters in the film. Instead we have Transvestite prostitutes, wayward nuns, runaway mothers who are all filtered through and enlarged by Almodovar’s female-identified sensibility. In other hands, these characters might be candidates for “The Jerry Springer Show,” but here they are handled with utmost sympathy. This heartwarming, humanist and gender-blurring pic about life imitating art imitating life could possibly be his most accomplished work.
All About My Mother is missing the humour we are accustomed to seeing in Almodovar’s films but the picture still has its lighter moments. Antonia San Juan steals every scene as Agrado, a former truck driver now prostitute who traded in his truck for a pair of tits. Agrado gets most of the movie’s best lines: “All I have that’s real are my feelings, and those pints of silicone that weigh a ton.” or “…nothing like a Chanel to make you feel respectable.” Agrado is perhaps the secret ingredient of the film, giving the audience a breath of fresh air admidst the tragedies which unfold.
Almodovar carefully juggles heavy issues blending the scenes together without making it over dramatic or gritty. He keeps his storyline fresh and effectively paced and despite all the topics and unordinary characters, All About My Mother never feels scandalous. The tone of the film wears its heart on its sleeve similar to a soap opera, but its always sincere and by no means camp.
From a visual standpoint, the film bears the director’s trademark. The presentation is as bright, glossy and seductive as a fashion magazine. Lensed by Affonso Beato, the film is staggeringly beautiful to look at and always arranged in interesting patterns. Filmed in Barcelona, it uses the city’s mosaic columns and surrounding cathedrals to grand effect. There are also a number of striking images, including that of a train racing through a tunnel and Manuela standing in front of a giant billboard image of Huma’s face. Almodovar likes to break cinematic rules and the detailed lensing sometimes works, as when we see Esteban’s death from his point of view.
Thematically, Almodovar alludes to both A Streetcar Named Desire and All About Eve on multiple occasions. The film is studded with cultural references that place it within the tradition of ’50s melodrama. Almodovar also play homage with a scene lifted from John Cassavetes’ Opening Night involving a car accident earlier in the film. Another Highlight of the film sees Rosa encountering her Alzheimer’s-addled father out on the street walking the family dog. The dog remembers her, but the father doesn’t, and the devastating yet accepting look on her face tells you more about the character than any line of dialogue ever could.
All About My Mother is one of Pedro Almodovar’s three masterpieces. The director weaves together a an extremely enjoyable, well acted magnificent tapestry with a wink to classics of theatre and cinema. Mother is a poignant story of love, loss and compassion and although Manuela never gets over her son’s death, Almodóvar does crown her maternal sorrow with a climactic miracle.