What a relief it was to see Parallel Mothers the new film by Pedro Almodóvar. There was the tediousness and tawdriness of the Oscars but here in the midst of it all was a new film by the wonderful Spanish director who had seemed at the outset with films like Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down to be a wacky funster but then turned into a great humane master comparable in his coloration and tonal breadth to Douglas Sirk, a director who could encompass the world of rage and forgiveness in that line of masterpieces that includes All About My...
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