La Mala Educacion (2004)
Almodovar’s stab at Film Noir has all the elements of the genre, except for one glaring omission: the femme fatale (actually there’s one, sometimes dressed in drag). And that’s how I begin to perceive the film: It’s power play between the weak, the seductive, the moral, the revengeful, and so on – sometimes all characteristics contained within one persona. The fluidity of the interplay carries you through the film like a wave. But when I crashed to the shore, I stayed there and got left behind.