Friday 29 March 2013

Los amantes pasajeros

As all of my friends know, I have a deep, enduring love for Pedro Almodóvar.  The brash, bright colour palatte, which somehow both dates his films and makes them timeless; the self-referential casting; the irreverent dialogue, I love it all.  So it was with great excitement that I skipped off to the cinema for a late Monday night showing of his latest, just released in Spain, soon to be in the UK.


Los amantes pasajeros (literally, "the passenger lovers" or "the fleeting lovers") has more in common with Almodóvar's earlier, black sexual comedies of the 80s and early 90s, like Tie me Up, Tie Me Down!, than more recent melodramas like Volver or Broken Embraces.

The plot is simple: passengers on board a flight from Madrid to Mexico City start to get to know each other as they find out that there's a problem with the plane.

It opens with huge neon graphics, a frantic Spanish guitar rendition of Für Elise, and pleasingly ridiculous cameos from Antonio Banderas and Penélope Cruz, who pile on the Andalucian lisp and are clearly having a great time.

Javier Cámara, most well-known to British audiences from Talk to Her, plays camp, drunk, then camp and drunk together, beautifully: the whole cast give fantastically breathy, gushing performances.

For an Almodóvar nerd, it's also gorgeously self-referential.  Javier Cámara running through the ingredients of his Agua de Valencia, and the effects it has on the passengers, is straight from Carmen Maura's gazpacho confession in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.

The film is released in the UK on 3 May 2013 with the English title I'm So Excited!, after the song by the Pointer Sisters.  Here's why.

Thursday 28 March 2013

Tommaso Ottieri

Salamanca, the historic but chic barrio where I live (think Notting Hill meets Marylebone High Street), is dotted with little boutique galleries.

On my first Saturday in Madrid, I wandered into the tiny Galería Patricia Acal on the last day of Tommaso Ottieri’s exhibition, T3RZA PARTE.  Wandered isn’t strictly true.  I walked past, glanced absently inside, did a huge double-take, turned around and all but broke the door down in my haste to get in.
A practising architect, Ottieri’s paintings are magnificently opulent cityscapes and building interiors, bathed in the richest reds, blues and golds.

Luces personales, Tommaso Ottieri
The gallery’s blurb told me that Ottieri is all about light.  “Does light illuminate the beauty of his subjects, or is the light beauty itself?”  Either, both, I don’t care. Why am I reading the blurb when I could be looking at the intense lights of the Madrid skyline at night, the lush interior of the Scala in Milan, or a luminous blue motorway curving away into the night?

Madrid Third Part


Swan Lake


San Giuseppe
These pictures don’t do justice to the richness of colour; in a tiny gallery like Patricia’s, it was overwhelming.

I caught the exhibition on its final day, which sadly means it’s too late to get yourself down there and pick up a masterpiece of your own.  But if you see Ottieri’s luminous creations peeking out of a tiny gallery near you, whatever you do, don’t walk past.

Images: Galería Patricia Acal