A melodramatic Education

Dream palace: in Almodovar's film within a film

Pedro Almodóvar's is the queer eye for the straight girl; at any rate, this is the niche he has come to occupy in the English-speaking world, where his productions are welcomed as a bracing antidote to corporate Hollywood shlock and art-house wannabes alike.

The frenetic and colourful flamenco whirl of films such as Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down and Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown has been tempered in recent years by the more thoughtful pacing of the Oscar-winners, All About My Mother and Talk to Her, as well as the lurid noir exemplified by Live Flesh, his 1997 adaptation of the Ruth Rendell novel.

But Almodóvar's roots are really in the provinces - he is literally the man from La Mancha - a fact not forgotten in his native Spain, and his earliest work was also uncompromisingly experimental. With his international success has come the inevitable "tall poppy syndrome" (as the Australians style it), whereby domestic commentators attempt to cut him down to parochial size.

When I say he's a fag hag director, I don't mean to be dismissive of Almodóvar. His particular genius lies in uniting a masculine forcefulness to a feminine sensibility; his films are hyperemotional without descending - too much - into sentiment or hysteria. Nor do I wish to belittle his achievement, together with his brother Augustin, in forging a uniquely Spanish production company capable of making worldbeating films.

We need more Almodóvars, not fewer. But I have to admit that his recent films have left me rather tepid, admiring of the idea rather more than the actuality. Talk to Her said nothing much to me, and, while beautifully played, smelt of refried Freudian beans. I left the cinema complaining to my companion: what exactly was that about?

Now comes Bad Education, a quasi-autobiographical exercise in fictive noodling, and once again I came out from the darkness feeling as if the dish had been laced with monosodium glutamate, and wanting to eat again immediately.

The film temporally pivots around 1980, the time of the movida, when, following the death of Franco, Spanish society was thawing out from its 50-odd frozen years. Enrique Goded (Fele Martínez) is a young and successful film director casting about for his next project, when into his office walks a young man claiming to be Ignacio Rodriguez, his boyhood friend and first love, now struggling as an actor with the stage name Angel Andrade.

Enrique and Ignacio were torn apart by the jealous actions of their headmaster, the paedophile priest Father Manolo. Although Enrique doesn't at first recognise Ignacio and is as dismissive of him as he would be of any actor

on the make, he nonetheless accepts the short story that his old friend has written and wants him to look at.

That night, reading the fictionalised account of their boyhood, Enrique is transported, and we with him, into Ignacio's imagination of their past and its consequences.

Bad Education thus becomes a film within a film, tracing the tragic course of Ignacio's life since his 1960s childhood. We see the harsh regime of the priests and the sickening actions of the lust-lorn priest.

Enrique is expelled from the school when Father Manolo discovers the two boys' involvement. But we enter the story in 1977, when Ignacio has become a transvestite drug addict called Zahara, who is touring a drag show in the provinces and revisits "her" home town, only to pick up her old love, now a frustrated and nominally straight man.

Meanwhile, in the film-withoutthe-film, Enrique discovers that Andrade is an impostor, but rather than expose him he both makes the actor his lover and allows him to play the role of Ignacio/Zahara in the film.

If this sounds confusing, it isn't - but perhaps it should have been and the MacGuffin less egregious.

In due course, we discover the truth about Ignacio's fate and who the sexy young impostor is, but, while I suspect Almodóvar meant this to impart an uncanny frisson, my hackles remained limp. This is not for want of the actors: Gael García Bernal's performance as Angel/Zahara is kinetically forceful and he makes an entirely believable faux femme fatale. Daniel Giménez Cacho and Lluís Homar bring troubling presence to the two aspects - filmic and real - of the paedophile priest, and Javier C·mara, who played the ravishing nurse in Talk to Her, is a scene stealer as the hapless tranny Paquito.

No, the problem with the film is its very staginess - it never really seems to get out of drag. Between the impersonations of the priesthood, the impersonations of the transvestites and the impersonations of the actors themselves, there is little to choose.

Almodóvar picks up the theme of child abuse, but he only plays with it a little. Throw in an overgenerous helping of other film clips - the two boys have a cinematic education courtesy of Marcel Carné, Nicholas Ray et al - and references - a scene in a "museum of giant figures" which is a homage to Double Indemnity - and you have a recipe for overly-egged, self-conscious melodrama.

When the two murderers (and I won't ruin it for you by naming them) visit a cinema to kill time, inevitably they find themselves viewing La Bête Humaine and Thérèse Raquin, as part of a Festival of Noir. The two films mirror their own predicament, and one of them remarks as they leave: "These films are all about us!" To which the logical riposte was: "Why didn't you go and see Bambi, then?"

Bad Education (La Mala Educacion)
Cert: 15

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