Domestic travails worthy of a Roy Lichtenstein painting, with jokily grand passions, jokily cheery colors, jokily clever compositions -- all courtesy of Spanish gadfly Pedro Almodóvar. The high-impact imagery is genuinely fun, and the opening-credits sequence -- in the style of fashion-magazine ads -- is alone almost enough to make the movie worth seeing. The caprices and eccentricities mount up, however, without bringing commensurate laughs; and the "madcap" climax, with its unmet physical demands, is a dud. Carmen Maura, Antonio Bandares, Julieta Serrano, Rossy De Palma. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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