Today John, Robbie, Colin and I went to see a rescreening of Drop Dead Gorgeous at the Roxie. It was, as predicted, incredible. At the beginning, however, the theater showed a bunch of trailers for Almodovar's movies, as they'll be mounting a screening later this month in series. Volver came on and it reminded how much I loved that movie when I first saw it, like, what? 10 years ago?
When I got home I thought it would be fun to watch it again.... and just ended up sobbing through the whole thing. I had forgotten the subplot of the mother who comes back from the dead, and the unfinished business, and the tender relationship Raimunda has with Sole. It really brought up sooooo many feelings in me. Just a couple weeks ago, a year and a day after we scattered the majority of my mother's ashes in Ke'e, I scattered the remaining ounce or so I had here in San Francisco. I took her to a spot I'd always wanted to take her in life, but by the time I found it she was already too sick to travel. It was beautiful and cathartic and heart rending; but that's to be expected — you're allowed to feel these things when burying your mother.
Nevertheless, Volver caught me completely off guard, and I've been a wreck all night. Thank goodness I watched it by myself, and not, as I had originally planned, with a bunch of Almodovar fanatics in the Roxie in a couple weeks.