← back
Bad Education poster

Bad Education

2004 · Pedro Almodóvar

The director in the conversation

Spain's institution entered his English-language era (The Room Next Door, Venice Golden Lion) amid discourse about late style and euthanasia on film; his refusal to soften political statements at ceremonies keeps him quotable.

When you want a film to chew on for days — adult, twisty, and morally murky. This is a challenge, not a comfort watch; save it for a night you want cinema that bites back.

What it's about

A young actor walks into a Madrid filmmaker's office carrying a script about their shared boyhood at a Catholic boarding school — first love, a predatory priest, and the trans performer that story became. As director Enrique reads, the film moves between the script's fiction and the men's present, and the story starts to coil around everyone handling it: who wrote it, who lived it, and who's performing whom. It's a noir about desire, identity, and the movie business itself.

The experience

Seductive and unnerving in equal measure — a puzzle-box that keeps shifting under you, told with lush style but a genuinely dark undertow. It asks close attention and rewards it; you leave turning the layers over in your head.

Performances

Gael García Bernal is astonishing in a role that demands several people in one body — performer, seducer, enigma — a femme fatale part reconceived and played with total command.

The craft

Almodóvar trades his saturated melodrama for noir shadows, nesting film-within-film structures so elegantly you're never lost, only implicated. Drawing on his own religious schooling, he treats the material not as exposé but as the poisoned spring of desire and artifice — and turns the camera on filmmaking's own appetite for other people's pain.

Why it matters

His darkest film, and a landmark of post-Franco Spanish cinema's reckoning with the Church — proof that the great sensualist could work in cold blood.

Essays & theory: a reading of Bad Education →

Reception & legacy: how Bad Education was received, argued over, and remembered →

A young actor arrives at a Madrid filmmaker's office carrying a script about their shared boyhood at a Catholic boarding school — and the story it tells, of a trans performer confronting the past, begins to coil around the men handling it. Pedro Almodóvar's darkest film trades his signature saturated melodrama for the shadows of film noir: nested fictions, shifting identities, and a femme fatale role reconceived through Gael García Bernal's astonishing, multi-layered performance. Drawing on Almodóvar's own religious schooling, it treats clerical abuse not as topical exposé but as the poisoned spring of desire, artifice and revenge — and implicates the act of filmmaking itself in the exploitation it depicts. The structure honors Vertigo and Patricia Highsmith while remaining unmistakably the work of Spain's great post-Franco sensualist, here interrogating the movida-era freedoms he once embodied. In 2004 it became the first Spanish film ever to open the Cannes Film Festival. Alberto Iglesias's Herrmann-inflected score winds through it like a warning.

Lines of influence

More essays on Pedro Almodóvar’s films