Wow, I'm still happy.

For almost a month now, I've been thinking back time and again to Almodovar's most recent film, "The Skin I Live In", and it makes me unbelievably happy.

I almost didn't go because it got bad reviews and is based on a horror-movie premise that I thought would be too gruesome for me, but it ended up being oddly affecting and unexpectedly wonderful.

I do admit it made me cry, towards the end. The last movie that did that to me before this one, was "True Grit".