Thanks to my consumption of the films of Luis Buñuel and Pedro Almodóvar – not to mention my recent review of the Spanish-set Trilogía de Guillermo Del Toro – I feel that I am now relatively conversant in the movement and tonal idiosyncrasies of Spanish cinema. The conclusion I now hesitantly and humbly draw is that Spanish film is largely – with the perfect…
A drum solo, a children's choir, Red Hot Chili Peppers singing a 23 year old song... what a weird night.
