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TALK TO ME
Maybe this Spanish speaking film suffers from a bad translation. Still transfixed by Writer/Director Almodovar's haunting and powerful "Talk To Her", I was swept into the theatre by advanced word of mouth and glowing reviews heralding his new film, a film noir to end all film noir. Now that it's over, I'm having trouble remembering this film, and it's only a few hours old, about a movie screenplay based on two young boy's experiences in a Catholic school. That is the basis of this film within a film within a film ... ( I'm no mathematician ), that pulls the plug on the alerted mind and dilutes it with a constant barrage of actors playing multiple parts and questions too tedious for answers. For instance, what does Alfred Hitchcock, Moon River, Breakfast At Tiffany's, and transvestites all have in common? Well, ... I haven't the slightest idea. This is film noir overdose. This is like waking from a dream to feel it slowly dissipate until it is mostly forgotten. All that's left is a bizarre scramble of guys in wigs and priests in business suits. Oh yes, and the Spanish version of "Moon River", which is sung by a boy just before he is molested. Crazy stuff, man.
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