There is something about Pedro Almodóvar that just works, and it seems like the most effortless thing in the world. The first frame of the opening credits told me all I needed to know about whether or not I would like this film, and I loved it, almost as much as his masterpieces. There is a great balance of Spanish soap opera and classic cinema and film noir in all of his films, the counter cialis and this one certainly leans more toward the soap opera. Pepa is impeccably acted by Carmen Maura, who has an eerie resemblance to Frances McDormand, which added to the absurdity of the performance for me. The women in Almodóvar’s films not only seem to always be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but also on the verge of a period. The film is overflowing with bitchiness, betrayal, overreacting, and is the funniest film by Almodóvar that I have seen yet. No big analysis needed.