Parallel Mothers, Still on My Mission

Pedro Almodovar wrote and directed Parallel Mothers, a film I liked less than 2019’s Pain and Glory, but again, much like Drive My Car, I admit to cultural ignorance. First, I’m pro-cremation, so any story line about angst about family bodies being buried next to each other, does not tug my heart strings, disculpe.
I also am super honest, so if I discovered a mistake, I’d be admitting it yesterday, not months later which further distanced me from any emotional pull.
The story was told a bit clumsily as well, first we have a soap opera drama (see my aforementioned confessions) and then we have a PBS like documentary about excavating graves. Granted the first three quarters held more appeal, I did like the Hitchcockian score and suspense.
Penelope Cruz is always a delight, I felt sexy just watching her, exuding a confidence on my walk home. For that alone the film was worth the price of admission. I did not care for her love interest, Israel Elejadre, as he held no appeal for me, nor did I feel any chemistry between he and Penelope. Milena Smit did well with her role, but likewise, I wasn’t smit-ten with her (pun intended).
Me thinks Pedro and Penelope have a niche, but it’s not one that I find amazing.

By Goldie

Aspiring writer who has retired from the institution of education. I've written plays, three of which have been performed both in Rochester NY and here in Sarasota FL. I also write stand up and obviously, film critique. My comment section does not work, so please email me your comments at

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