|Starring||Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya, Marisa Paredes|
|Release||26 AUG (UK) Certificate 15|
And then it’s a steady slope towards the moment when everything falls wonderfully into place. Unusually though, the memorable twist is the kind of big reveal that is usually reserved for the final reel, but here Almodóvar unveils it fairly early on, leaving plenty of time for all the associated implications to sink in. As a result, however, the film does feel like it is missing a big ‘moment’ on which to pin this sudden turn of events. Instead, the timing of the rug-pull really depends on how quickly you put two and two together. In my screening, the audible gasps literally lasted for about 15 minutes as people cottoned on at various times.
What does hold the film together though is Banderas’ superb performance as the obsessed doctor – wracked with conflicted feelings towards his hostage, studying her with affection from afar but examining her clinically up close. As Banderas visibly struggles with his own morals, it’s hard to remember a time when he has been this good in anything. It’s a subtle performance, and one that can only be fully appreciated once the extent of the plot is revealed, but it is quite possibly the best of his career.
In comparison, Elena Anaya, as the furtive prisoner, is held up as the ideal object of complicated fascination – on the one hand a blank canvas for her kidnapper’s tests but also flitting between panic-stricken and sensual at a moment’s notice as she pushes the boundaries of her own circumstances.
Almodóvar himself paints this psychological conundrum with a suitable melodrama, using stark visuals to add to the sinister overtones and wringing every drop of tension with shrieking violins. At the same time, during more tender scenes, he adopts fluid camerawork and curious framing to enhance the feeling that not everything is as it should be. As if this wasn’t already clear to us when we’re watching a menacing scientist conduct skin experiments on a beautiful woman against her will.
Come the film’s end, it feels like perhaps there should have been more of a definitive conclusion to the story. In fact, given the mystery enveloping the film, you’d be forgiven for expecting one more final twist – one that would make Shyamalan himself pause and rewind. But, alas, Almodóvar chooses to subvert this trope and, as a result, the film fizzles out a little in its third act. However, it is still a remarkable accomplishment from the filmmaker – a movie puzzle that confounds and then unnerves with an impact as shocking as any of the most infamous of cinema last-reel shockers.
|+||T2 Trainspotting (18)|
|+||Hacksaw Ridge (15)|