Bad Education x Tres

Sometimes, I really believe there is something wrong with me. Like how I think school dances are inconceivably boring ,and I'd actually rather do my homework. That's harsh. Maybe there is something wrong.

Alas, no homework last night, and no dance either. Instead, watching badass flicks with the homies. I brought a whole stack of DVDs to Mary's house, and Sruthi, dear girl, immediately zeroed in on Bad Education. So Bad Education it was--come to think of it, a rather bad decision considering adults were home. Still, parental supervision was minimal and we were rather self-supervising anyways.

By this third time watching Bad Education, the shock and novelty of sex worn off. I could sit through without cringing, but it still surprised me. It was definitely more explicit than I remembered. Poor Olga, I'm afraid she's permanently scarred.

Bad Education was a rather polarizing film, especially along Almodovar's fans. Compared to his warm, gooey stories, Bad Education is coldly clinical, a disection of narrative structure and psychopathic cunning rather than the messy pathos that characterized his earlier melodramadies. It is masculine and distant--by god is it brilliant. The layered construction is so skillfully crafted in the editing and script. I agree that Bad Education is emotionally distant; it doesn't immerse you in the world so much as unfold like an elegant flower before your eyes. There's plenty to admire as an outsider. How amazing it would have been to figure how every twist as it hit. Damn you Internet spoiliers; I never go to do that.