Blatantly subversive, bawdy and lecherous, Almodóvar’s KIKA isn’t for those faint-hearted or prudish, in this ubiquitously crimson satire of insidious perversion, Forqué plays the titular Kika, a simple-minded make-up artist unwisely becomes romantically entangled with a step-father-and-son pair, Nicolas (Coyote) is an expatriate American novelist and Ramón (Casanovas), his stepson, is a fashion photographer.
Morbidity seeps from the word go, Rafaela (a cameo by López), Nicolas’ wife and Ramón’s mother, apparently injures Nicolas and kills herself with a pistol; the first time Kika meets Ramón, he is presumably dead but she magically resurrects him (which is reprised in a similar scenario near the coda); another key player is Andrea (Abril), whose nickname is “Scarface”, a psychiatrist-turned-reality-show-host, tricked out in proper outlandish, sometimes futuristic Gaultier garb, she is fanatically thirsty for anything that is violently wanton and visually obscene to ramp up viewing ratings, not to mention she is Rámon’s ex and not willingly to have a “no” for an answer.
As the plot thickens, all sorts of kinks are strewn along the way at the expense of Kika’s mishap (sometimes fittingly synchronized with Almodóvar’s choice selection of reused accompaniment, a suite from PSYCHO for instance), she is two-timed, betrayed by her best friend Amparo (Alonso), gets ravished by a virile convict-at-large Pablo (Lajusticia), who is a former porn star, not entirely compos mentis, an incest committer with his sister Juana (de Palma), who happens to be Kika’s maid and doesn’t belie her sapphic feelings for her. Furthermore, it slowly turns out, the two men in Kika’s life, are nothing if not perverse, Nicolas turns out to be a ruthless murderer (whose latest lurid novel could be his autobiography) and Nicolas, a catalepsy-prone scopophiliac creep, both reveals are masterfully cued by Joseph Losey’s THE PROWLER playing on the screen.
On paper, it is hard to imagine how to make a farcical meal out of those aforementioned atrocities, but in the hands of a genius like Almodóvar, even the most horrendous happenstance can be slyly modulated into jolt audience’s funny bone. Taking the extreme example of Kika’s rape, only Almodóvar can get a hall pass for depicting it as laughing matter exactly because he doesn’t self-consciously shy away from it, conversely, he ingeniously prolongs the process (Pablo needs to ejaculate 5 times to feel sated) to a surreal scenario (he is driven by primal desire purely, there is little menace involved), which is also side-splittingly helped by the facetious assistance of a chair-bound Juana and two ham-fisted cops (Bonilla and Elejalde). Sex is fun, Almodóvar’s own queer identity attests, being ravished by a young stallion is nearly palatable as long as physically violence is strictly kept at bay.
Forqué, finally upgraded to a leading role in an Almodóvar picture in their third collaboration, perfectly sublimates Kika’s befuddled naivety into a winning combo of compassion and lovability, her trademark overbite and auburn pelt distinguishes her from those tacky screen bimbos, and she convincingly sustains Kika’s characteristically devil-may-care sanguineness to a fare-thee-well, to a brilliant ending evinces that she is the type who is jauntily immune to any number of nervous breakdown.
By comparison, her two male co-stars fare less effective, Coyote seems to habitually wallow in a broody or foul mood and Casanovas is too wet behind the ears to delve into Ramón’s broken psyche. Thus, it falls upon Almodóvar’s other two stock players to save the day, de Palma tops off the movie as a first-class comedienne without debasing Juana’s primitiveness and candor; yet, the most delectable class act is Abril, under Andrea’s over-the-top, eye-opening outfit (a helm-mounted camcorder comes rather handy), throbbing a monstrous soul represents what is morally wrong about the now rampant reality show plethora, Abril is perversely relentless and exhibits Andrea’s wickedness all over the place till the last gasp.
Other than a tried-and-tested garish trendsetter, a whip-smart tale-teller and a taboo-flouting feminist, in KIKA, Almodóvar also asserts himself as a prescient social commentator, after all, “I don’t want my rape to sell more milk!” is Kika’s only anathema, that rather speaks volumes in a picture teeming with backdoor human proclivities, both mortal and venial.
referential entries: Almodóvar’s I’M SO EXCITED! (2013, 6.7/10); WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? (1984, 7.0/10).
整体是三幕剧。波兰斯基与阿莫多瓦公认的“性能力强、性心理变态恶男”Peter Coyote和养子Ramon之间的杀气,在kika为Ramon化妆时达到顶点——你会怀疑养父杀了儿子。而kika与父亲的性关系,又在儿子求婚后形成不伦的三角关系,不断拉扯观众的神经。强暴段落打断了父子间的张力,再次调整观影预期,但酒神般的Pual站在阳台射精后一跃而下,离开了观众视野。这才宣告其变奏工具的作用。高潮来临,没心没肺、肤浅热情、喋喋不休的kika收束了全部悬念,宣告订婚戒指是厄运之源,重新踏上陌生爱恋的道路。
复杂到难以解读。阿莫多瓦以情节剧不断操弄观影预期,“戏弄观众”的巅峰之作。个人认为也是《吾栖之肤》外,导演道德观最暧昧的作品。
阿莫多瓦的性取向给了他特殊的表达自由。在展现女性被强暴的戏份上,他是罕有的将喜剧元素融入其中的导演。当kika边被Paul强暴边与其商量做三次还是做四次才能放过自己时,观众到底是笑还是为kika揪心?当怠惰的警察接警后依然插科打诨拖时间时,观众的脑海是不是惯性脑补Paul那机械推进的屁股?阿莫多瓦在此处不怀好意的看着你。
数不尽的恶趣味,擦拭腋下汗水的女模,腋毛醒目、胸前探照灯刺目的女记者、被调侃"丑出特色“的Rossy de Palma,刺探kika股间的橘瓣----热烈炫目的阿莫多瓦。
阿莫多瓦你个死变态,强奸那段跟动物交配没区别啊。人物多,线索杂,可有可无。
4.5。阿莫多瓦与《后窗》的激情碰撞。阿氏的影像是日常化的集合,人物的生活姿态为主,并且是群像式的接力展露,戏剧化的情节次之。画面内部将讲究精巧的构图和色彩加工,力图让人物的视觉形象处于突出位置,直接刻画人物的情与欲,而“日常唠嗑式”的对白更彰显出生活化的女性及她们的生活态度。阿莫多瓦的女性总是在日常/男性环境中逐渐走向失控,经历一番锤炼,最终仍然回归到生活本身当中。
中段笑惨了,都亏萝西.德.帕尔玛。这部黑男人,也黑媒体,在《捆着我绑着我》里女神般的Victoria Abril在这部甚是可鄙,简直不能归到阿莫电影的“女性角色”里,而只是狗仔代言人(spokesperson)。荡女基卡荡在末尾,但转折略嫌突兀。
在风行网看到的——法语配音版本,不知道原版里基卡用西语絮絮叨叨起来是什么样子。
我有点混乱。后来想想,觉得有点似曾相识。 传说中的御用马脸女
我果然受不了西班牙语的语速
把杀人比喻成剪手指甲还挺有意思。一直被身边最亲近的人伤害的基卡最后有觉醒吗?故事稍显混乱,但剧本还是挺丰富的,偷窥和厌女,关系还挺复杂
从《基卡》如常的嘴里蹦出多少组关键词就有多少个讽刺对象。阿莫多瓦在他这部辛辣的黑色喜剧当中揶揄了那些被人们小题大做的话题。然而在这个错置而又搞笑的氛围里,人总是收获伤疤而非快乐。所幸倒履相迎的女主最终于那些扭曲而混乱的历史中找到了原因,在路上的她依然活得像烈日下一朵扎眼的向阳花。
哈哈,头被指着枪还能淡定的完成强奸,真是有些无厘头啊。阿莫多瓦还是那么风格强烈,依然诠释着西班牙式的乐观、热情,甚至有些嘲讽。这种有些荒诞的手法的确令人印象深刻。3.5星~
基卡胸大无脑的性格在一对忧愁满面的父子和强势逼人的主持人中间显得多么难能可贵,所以被另外一个屌大无脑的变态强奸也有些理所应当,强奸本身没有太大关系,被偷窥被消费却让人无法忍受。谋杀疯爱变态,阿莫多瓦的惯有故事元素,这次却更喜剧荒诞。我们有时都需要个西班牙帅哥指引些方向。
阿莫多瓦这部……咋说呢,剧情可以说十分狗屁不通,但实在是烂得太有趣了(充满了谜之camp趣味)。其实连环杀人狂尼可拉斯和偷窥狂雷蒙这对我有嗑到……太奇怪了,但是结尾雷蒙昏过去的时候尼可拉斯把他扔床上摆弄了一下看得我幻肢激动一秒……@ Cinexpress
3.5 剧情实在是过于癫狂了实在无法描述,大概也不想管那么多逻辑之类的了怎么变态怎么来。相比起来这几年阿莫多瓦的片子简直像捆着手脚拍的😂。看他的电影很难不被西班牙的热情感染!
B+ / 惊喜,视听体系已然极其成熟,几乎可以五星了。与此相随的则是叙事结构上的微妙调整。大多数阿莫多瓦作品总是有种滂沱而下少有断续的动力,但是这部却显露出鲜明的段落感。尤其是第三幕几乎是化用了类型片手法完成了一次“阿莫多瓦式悬疑”的提炼:主人公的漫长缺位让各式配角落入一种歇斯底里的凝滞,而这种凝滞却又拥有将主人公重新“引诱”回故事场域的力量,从而在一种喧哗而多声部的语调中召唤救赎的可能。
女人,情色,凶杀,狗血的剧情,奇葩的男女,典型的阿莫多瓦的色彩艳丽的恶俗拼盘。阿莫多瓦的部分作品我是很喜欢的,比如《捆着我,绑着我》,比如《对她说》。但是,这一部,真的不怎么合我心水。
怎么觉得西班牙语的音调有点像日本女女生在发嗲?看的时候突然冒出想学西班牙语的念头。基卡的保姆,那个脸一看一辈子估计就这么记住了。。
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KIKA在大多数时候都很快乐,完全就是一个乐观可爱而话唠的女人。拉蒙,这个kika喜欢的男人,总能被基卡从死神边缘拉回来。还有kika得到的那枚戒指也很搞笑,最后是那个色情演员的姐姐,有点变性之美
语速快到聒噪的板鸭风格性喜剧,看得有些精力不济,哪怕是阿莫多瓦早期的癫狂之作,听得耳朵里嗡嗡作响,关掉播放器之后世界瞬间都清静了。。不过电影镌刻过去将来不同时间地点的印迹,在愈发收缩与隔膜的当下,作为意念中自由的眼睛,能穿梭体验不同风土人情,已是夹缝中的幸事了。
多好的kika
4.3两性观念真的骚,花样开车吃不消。变态社会乱糟糟,阿莫多瓦已绝交。