I can't remember when, if ever, Pedro Almodóvar has had as much flamboyant fun as he does in the high-flying comedy "I'm So Excited!"
The sex-and-death, musically infused airline disaster farce is staged at 30,000 feet. Much of the story unfolds in the plane's crowded cockpit just one of the many entendres the Spanish writer-director doubles to take an imperiled Mexico City flight to heights of lunacy.
The film is so off-the-wall, so raw, so risqué, so gay, that it may come as a shock even to Almodóvar fans used to his boundary-pushing ways. It is why "Excited!" will likely divide audiences into love-it or hate-it camps, as any good-bad campy film should.
Even the relationship intrigues one of the filmmaker's consistent strengths are played with such a fanciful hand you'll be hard-pressed to find a deeper meaning. Best not even try. Better to settle in, fasten your seat belt and get ready for a bumpy ride.
Though the movie can be great, silly fun, be prepared for everything to lean toward the "too too." Its retro visual style, too retro; the costumes, too tight; the language, too crude; the drinks, too frequent, too spiked; the sex, too exhaustive.
Even the bad lighting is a bit too bad. And the script is too loosely constructed.
No matter. The skycaps' Broadway-styled lip sync of the Pointer Sisters' late-disco classic that gives the film its name is thrillingly awful and totally awesome. Almodóvar was brilliant to put that trio in charge of the drinks and entertainment.
It is tempting to jump into the aisles and join them.
Stylistically, the extremes make for a film that is not as beautiful as Almodóvar's have been in recent years. But his choices do not seem random.
The movie begins on terra firma, baggage being loaded by a fetching ground crew of the filmmaker's favorites Antonio Banderas and Penélope Cruz in cameos. Some dizziness proves a distraction, which leads to the plane taking off with its landing gear impaired.
In short order the plane's captain, Alex (Antonio de la Torre), and his co-pilot, Benito (Hugo Silva), are trying to burn fuel by flying in circles another metaphor not so lightly dropped while air traffic controllers look for an airport that can handle an emergency landing.
The entertaining cabin crew is led by head steward Joserra (Javier Cámara), who cannot tell a lie and is having an affair with the plane's married-with-children captain so much for discretion. Fajas (Carlos Areces) is a gossip who spends a lot of time praying about other people's sins and tossing his hair. Ulloa (Raúl Arévalo) seems to believe that sex is the answer for any difficulty, or spare moment, one might encounter in life. That theory is certainly put to the test I think everyone on board is in the throes of some sort of sexual crisis.
The passengers are a varied bunch. The most significant is Bruna, a rural psychic who can see death, so not the seatmate you want on a doomed flight. Made wonderfully dense by Lola Dueñas, Bruna also hopes to lose her virginity in case this is her last chance.
Over the course of the film, the remaining business-class passengers will find they are not so much strangers as simply unaware of their connections. Almodóvar had knotted them together long before they boarded, but he takes his time sharing their secrets.
Though a crash could come at any point, "I'm So Excited!" is a lark nothing more. Still, it is nice to see the filmmaker loosen up. The recent years have been such dark ones.
I'M SO EXCITED!
Cast: Antonio de la Torre, Lola Dueñas, Javier Cámara
Director: Pedro Almodóvar
In Spanish with English subtitles
Rated R (strong sexual content including crude references and drug use)