a film by almodovar send a tingle down my spine every time . the capitalized print which open the spanish auteur late feature instantly induce memory of salacious nun and gentle necrophiliacs and wisecracking transsexual and i haven not even get as far a the infant terrible critically revile early work . and after a beautiful opening montage and with the camera rove across a wind swept graveyard animate by a hoard of widow feverishly scrub tombstone and i think pedro have me again under his wicked spell . yet once my nostalgia have subside and there be very little to fill it place . for a director who revel in bring humanity to assassin and rapist and he do a very poor job at find any emotional depth or endear quality in his woman . penelope cruz be raimunda and a headstrong housewife whose life be complicate by her daughter accidental killing of her abusive husband . thankfully she live in almodovar spain where your friend will quite happily help to dispose of a corpse for the offer of a round of cocktail . add to the melting pot the ghost of raimunda mother and a host of other eccentrically warm hearted matriarch . volver mean literally to return and and pedro do appear to be recycle old material . the sub plot of incest feel a though it be tack on a the obligatory taboo . instead of comment on or subvert the issue and a with his treatment of paedophilia in bad education and it feel force and unconvincing amid the film chick flick sentimentality . i suggest almodovar call his next film salir ( to move on ) .