February 10, 2024
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What the Omen would have been if it had been a comedy
I sometimes think Alex de la Iglesia is what Pedro Almodovar would have been if Pedro hadn't gone respectable. Other times I think he's what Jess Franco would have been if Jess had gone respectable. Either way, he's a spanish institution and this film is wonderful fun.
It's thoroughly profane and vulgar but entirely cheerful in its absurdity.
The language isn't particularly difficult, but it also isn't the kind of film that requires perfect understanding. The broad visual humor kept me engaged even if some things got missed along the way.
Some male frontal nudity.