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Pain and Glory

2019 · 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.

For a contemplative night when you want something beautiful and adult about memory, regret, and getting older — a film to sit with over a glass of wine, not background viewing.

What it's about

A celebrated Madrid film director, his body failing and his inspiration stalled, drifts through the rooms of his own life: a poor, sunlit childhood in a Valencian cave house, a mother he can't stop returning to, an old lover, an estranged leading man, and the heroin he starts using to dull his chronic pain. It's a portrait of an artist trying to figure out whether he can make anything at all without cannibalizing everything he's lived.

The experience

Slow-burning, tender, and quietly devastating — the emotion accumulates rather than erupts, and the ending lands with a grace that stays with you. Less a tearjerker than a long exhale.

Performances

Antonio Banderas gives the performance of his life — hushed, physically pained, self-mocking — playing a version of the director who discovered him forty years earlier, and he won Best Actor at Cannes for it. Penélope Cruz glows as the mother in the childhood scenes.

The craft

Almodóvar's signature saturated reds and cobalts are all here (the apartment is nearly a replica of his own), but the melodrama has settled into something calm and precise. Every frame is composed like a painting, and the movement between past and present is seamless — late style from a master in full control.

Why it matters

Widely received as Almodóvar's most nakedly autobiographical film and a career summation, it joined the great tradition of directors turning the camera on their own creative lives and earned Banderas the finest notices of his career.

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An aging Madrid filmmaker, body failing and inspiration stalled, drifts through memory — a childhood in a whitewashed cave house in Valencia, a mother played in youth by Penélope Cruz, an old lover, an estranged leading man — in Pedro Almodóvar's most nakedly autobiographical film. The provocateur of the Movida madrileña, who spent the eighties scandalizing post-Franco Spain in shrieking color, here works in a late style of astonishing calm: the reds and cobalts are still saturated (the protagonist's apartment is a near-replica of Almodóvar's own), but the melodrama has settled into rue and tenderness. Antonio Banderas, the director's discovery four decades earlier, gives the performance of his life as the alter ego — hushed, physically pained, self-mocking — and took Best Actor at Cannes for it. The film sits in a lineage with 8½ and other portraits of the artist as blocked man, but Almodóvar's twist is structural, a final movement that quietly reframes everything preceding it. Desire, he suggests, is what a filmmaker runs on; the film is the act of refueling. It completes an informal autobiographical trilogy with Law of Desire and Bad Education.

Lines of influence

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