Spanish actor, director Pedro Almodovar has blessed the world with some of the most entertaining, creative, formidable films ever visited upon the screen; my favorites: “Volver”, “Broken Embraces”, “All About My Mother”, “Talk to Her”, “The Skin I Live In”. His films have amplified the careers of Penelope Cruz, Antonio Bandaras, Javiar Bardem, and countless others. It was with anticipation and alacrity that I attended the first showing of “I’m So Excited” , expecting the trifecta: terrific acting, scintillating comedic dialogue, all cloaked with the indissoluble genius of Almodovar; instead of what could have been, should have been, an auspicious “camp”, joyful romp, celebration of the gay aesthetic, fizzles, loses its helium; cavalierly focusing on drugs, alcohol, meaningless sexual escapades; set in a handicapped airplane, circling Toledo, Spain.
With the exception of the Pointer Sisters, “I’m So Excited”; reminiscent of “La Cage aux Folles”; three airline stewards (Javiar Camara, Raul Arevalo, Carlos Areces) terrifically mime the lyrics, dance with aerobic agility; enchant the passengers; it was uproariously compelling, a challenge to remain stationary; but sadly could not sustain the energy it ignited for a few raucously, rapturous moments.
“I’m So Excited” lacks the inventiveness, and depth of Almodovar’s previous films; the characters are shallow, stilted, synthetic; barely a modicum of grit, uninspiring to the point of monotony; unconcerned if the plane and its vacuous, sexually-surreptitious pilots, land safely, or are swallowed by the mammoth graveyard of negligible films that should not have been imagined, let alone realized.