As it is, we spend most of the movie staring in head-scratching amazement at the sheer audacity of the enterprise.
Even if the film had dealt with only half of these issues, it would still be a challenge to maintain some sort of overall focus. In its relatively brief 102-minute running time, it provides a literal smorgasbord of sensational plot elements: a fatal car accident, a dead teenaged son, organ transplantation, transvestite prostitutes, lesbianism, pregnant nuns, drug addiction, AIDS, Alzheimer's, and death by childbirth � more than enough juicy elements to warm the heart of any lover of classic melodrama or daytime soap operas. One thing is for certain: you sure can't accuse Pedro Almodovar's `All About My Mother' of narrative timidity.
