Spoilers herein! Forget all the other movies labeled as erotic. This is the one. Elegant, classy, sophisticated. Pitch black comedy so dark it will take you ten or fifteen minutes to figure out the ongoing humor. A crippled matador, serial killer of prostitutes, who can only function sexually if his mistress pretends to be dead, has a psychic pupil (Antonio Banderas), sexually repressed, who confesses to the murders. Banderas is to be represented by a woman attorney (the fabulous Assumpta Serna!) - but she also is a serial killer, a woman who can only climax by killing her lovers at the moment of orgasm. When the matador and the attorney meet, a dance of death commences, each circling the other like bull and matador, each recognizing the other's propensities, each fighting to resist the insatiable passion that will lead them both towards certain death at the other's hands. A fascinating movie, laced with Almodovar's cynical sense of humor. Amazingly explicit love scenes with the gorgeous Assumpta Serna. Not for the unsophisticated or most Americans.
