By Eleanor Ringel Cater
I had hoped to be more excited about “I’m So Excited.” A lot more excited.
A throwback to Pedro Almodovar’s earlier, sillier movies, this soap-opera farce — think, SNL tackles telemundo —takes place on a plane that is having difficulties.
On board is a typically Almodovar – a mix of manic passengers, plus a trio of flighty-to-the-extreme flight attendants and a pair of pilots who stop just short of asking about gladiator movies.
Almodovar does “Airplane!” Sounds like fun, right? But it isn’t.
And I’m not sure if that’s because of the recent spate of scary airline stuff or because — having shown us the extraordinary depth of his talent in films like “Talk to Her” — we aren’t as up for stuff that echoes earlier hits like “Law of Desire” and ”Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.”
Could it be as simple as this: what seemed daring then, doesn’t seem as daring now? Or maybe Almodovar has taken to making a movie, whether he really has an idea for one or not. Years ago, a famous review of a Neil Simon play began, “Neil Simon didn’t have an idea for a play this year, but he wrote one anyway.”
There isn’t much plot. A plane en route from Spain to Mexico runs into trouble. And could crash. The aforementioned manic passengers, well, panic.
However, there is a lot of sex. Lots and lots in every conceivable pairing and position. About the only thing Almodovar doesn’t get in is a shot of Anthony Weiner’s, well, you know…
Actually, now that I think of it, perhaps that could be the plot of Almodovar’s next film: a politico who can’t keep it in his pants. Weiner on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown?