Mères parallèles

Summary:

In this rather misunderstood film, Almodóvar consummates the audacity of associating the historical memory of the crimes of the Franco regime with a melodrama about intertwined motherhood, as intense as it is disturbingly contingent, tracing a perfect circle with identity at the center of the scene. The provocativeness of the film is made flesh in its protagonist Janis (a magnificent Penelope Cruz), a character subjected to tremendous dilemmas that express the dialectic, the contradictions and finally the synthesis between the private, the militant and the historical. And that Almodóvar does it, in a Spain that is witnessing the resurgence of the extreme right, is a declaration of principles.

Review:

Janis (Penelope Cruz) is a professional photographer. After a photo session for Arturo, a renowned forensic archaeologist (Israel Elejalde), she tries to interest him in the exhumation of Franco's victims buried in a mass grave in her hometown. Later, Janis, about to give birth, meets Ana, also in labor (Milena Smit), without suspecting that their destinies will be closely linked.

Undoubtedly, we are facing a film that is being quite misunderstood. Through an extremely intelligent and skillful script, Almodóvar has the audacity to intertwine the melodrama with the historical memory of the Franco regime. And he does it with a story about several intertwined motherhoods that are as contingent as they are assumed or abandoned, with identity at the center of the scene. The association that appears in the story between the intensity of maternal feeling, biology and chance is very disturbing.

The provocation of the film becomes flesh in Janis, a character subjected to tremendous dilemmas that express the dialectic, the contradictions and finally the synthesis between the private, the militant and the historical (dilemmas that Cruz expresses admirably through his gestures and his language bodily). Through her and the generational clash with Ana regarding historical memory, the director somehow updates and "everyday" a taboo and difficult topic for Spaniards even today, such as the Franco dictatorship and the impunity of its crimes.

Almodóvar has arrived as a filmmaker at an undeniable maturity, no longer interested in continuing to be an enfant terrible. Of course, this is not a comedy nor is it a choral story; the director cultivates a more relaxed style: he does not renounce melodrama (essential in his filmography) but he does renounce the tension and hubbub of his other films. He continues with his well-established handling of time lines, sometimes playing with the viewer by making him believe that some flashbacks are ellipses, for example. The fluidity of the narration is exemplary and avoids certain formalistic excesses and the somewhat pretentious structural sleights of several films from his last stage (a good example of this would be Bad Education), which created an emotional distance with the viewer. He always knows how to set up the camera and how and where to position his characters; he achieves beautiful effects with his fades that plunge the troubled Janis into the shadows at the end of some scenes.

In short, through the character of Janis, a new and great Almodovarian heroine, magnificently played by Penélope Cruz, and as noted above, Almodóvar carries out the operation of conflicting in a vibrant and moving way (at times close to a thriller) what private with the militant about a past that Spain has not finished processing and that it prefers to bury in oblivion. And that Almodóvar does it, with the forcefulness of the shovels and the bones, in a Spain that is witnessing the resurgence of the extreme right, is a declaration of principles.