Whether you love or hate him, Pedro Almodóvar is the defiant enfant terrible of Spanish cinema. Taking over from surrealist Luis Buñuel, he has carved out a lucrative career spanning over thirty years filling art house cinemas across the world. But it wasn’t always such great heights for the agent provocateur.
As his primitive first film, Pepi, Luci, Bom… is clearly an Almodóvar joint from the very first scene (an insouciant rape, no less). However, for all it’s dark notions, this film is incessantly exploitative, kitsch, and without merit.
He must try harder, otherwise I fear he will never make another movie again. Oh, wait…