Men are literally disposable in Pedro Almodvars Volver. But the film, particularly for fans of the gynophilic, flamboyantly color-coordinating maker of loco melodramas, is essential. The title translates as Coming Back as in back from the dead, referring to the matter-of-fact resurrection of Irene (Carmen Maura), an old grandmother who refuses to let her own demise get in the way of unresolved family matters. Always an admirer of vintage Hollywood, the Spanish director has offhandedly referred to the new movie as being a throwback to Arsenic and Old Lace, itself a casual nod to the uncanny persistence of the past.
For Almodvar, Volver represents a return of other sorts as well: to his childhood home of La Mancha, to lighter material after his elaborately Hitchcockian Bad Education, and to All About My Mothers Penlope Cruz, who, cast here as Irenes catering daughter Raimunda, delivers her most loose-limbed and endearing performance. In fact, the films playful ode to female resilience owes enormously to the dynamic ensemble work of five gifted comediennes, all fully deserving of their special award at Cannes. Fair warning: If youre not terribly fond of women, you probably shouldnt see Volver, a movie wherein mere mortality doesnt stop mothers from loudly smooching their daughters cheeks, a breezy comedy in which a seemingly typical male gets stabbed, stuffed into a fridge and buried at swamps edge. Not amused? Almodvar and his fans would be reasonably delighted to go about their business without you.
Suitably, for a film that celebrates the supernatural strength of womens work, Volver opens on the image of ladies scrubbing headstones in a windswept cemetery as if to suggest that their scrupulous care of the departed will bring material benefits in this life and maybe the next. Almodvar gets a gentle kick out of mixing the extraordinary and the everyday, putting otherworldly elements in the most familiar of contexts: Mauras reincarnated Irene is a bemused granny with stringy hair and a slightly ratty turquoise shawl; her first appearance, startling but hardly flabbergasting her daughter Soledad (Lola Dueas), is on a staircase in the middle of the afternoon. Later she shows up in the trunk of Soles car.
Dueas, as a Madrid hairdresser with the straightest bangs on the block, adorably evokes the nia next door, whereas Cruz, even in proletarian costume, playing protective mother to fragile teen Paula (Yohana Cobo), inevitably signifies International Movie Star. Almodvar tailors Volver to Cruzs specifications, using her cleavage as the dominant element of countless shots and temporarily halting the narrative so that she can enjoy belting out a musical number that wouldnt look out of place in a Doris Day vehicle. The reel flirts freely with the real: Almodvar has also name-dropped the eternal Mildred Pierce, though the fate of Paulas lazy, lecherous stepfather, Paco (Antonio de la Torre), more closely resembles that of Johnny Stompanato, legendarily carved up in 1958 by Lana Turners fourteen-year-old kid Cheryl.
Red, in every conceivable shade, is, not surprisingly, a key color in Volver, a movie about the towering virtues of high heels and the indomitable power of good old 35mm celluloid. (David Lynch may have gone digital, but this director never will.) About a half-hour into the film, Almodvars effortlessly gorgeous shot of blood saturating two sheets of paper towel youd think you were watching time-lapse images of a rose in bloom momentarily suggests a tonal shift for the entire movie, white turning to a crimson so deep its practically noir. Channeling Hitchcock even in this, the slightest work of his sixteen-film career, Almodvar isnt what he used to be (who is?), but hes a master of the medium nevertheless, deploying color and light and shadow not merely to express emotions but to tap into ours, directing the blood flow of the audience as much as he directs the movie.
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Volver could veer anywhere from that sopping towel, so complete is Almodvars control of the mood, but its no disappointment that the movie remains in a relatively low-key register. With a corpse on ice and in need of burying, Cruzs caterer is suddenly, absurdly saddled with thirty extra mouths to feed and its hardly a burden: In a single shot, Almodvar follows Raimunda up the road as she meets one girlfriend and then another, easily enlisting them to supply pork and some sausages. The meatball in the fridge can be dealt with later.