Still, this is Almodóvar, an auteur whose unique sensibilities are deeply connected to the streets and culture of his hometown of Madrid. Can they survive transplantation into the harsh soil of an English garden? Make no mistake, The Room Next Door, which won the Golden Lion at last year's Venice Film Festival, is definitely una película de Almodóvar. The pops of bright color, the well-crafted melodrama plotting, the abiding interest in creative professional women, and their existential concerns — it's all here. Except this time, it's in New York, with Tilda Swinton and Julianne Moore.
Based on the novel What Are You Going Through by Sigrid Nunez, the film exchanges Almodóvar's home turf in the Spanish capital for the writer's in Manhattan. Ingrid (Moore) is a successful author with a pathological fear of death, which she attempts to unpack in her books but can't seem to fully confront. She learns an old friend, Martha (Swinton), has been stricken with cancer, and the two joyfully reconnect when Ingrid goes to see her in the hospital. But Martha, once a globe-trotting war correspondent, can't stop herself from stewing bitterly about her diminished faculties and various regrets, including her distant treatment of her only daughter.

It's hard to make a bad film with actors of Moore and Swinton's caliber.
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The film's death-with-dignity plotline has proven inadvertently timely. Two months ago, the UK parliament controversially advanced a bill to legalize assisted dying for the terminally ill. The policy has long been legal in Switzerland, where 91-year-old cinema legend Jean-Luc Godard chose to end his life in 2022. Almodóvar treats the issue with severity and class, without judgment or moralizing, though one unexpectedly histrionic character declares the scheme no better than murder. Swinton plays Martha as steely and morose, obsessing over James Joyce's short story, "The Dead," and its wintery depiction of eternal rest. She's anguished over her impending death yet resolute in her belief that ending things on her terms is the right choice. "Cancer can't get me if I get me first," she declares.
Both leads acquit themselves well, skillfully depicting the bond between the two women and realizing the director's somewhat unnatural dialogue with ease — it makes sense for a pair of literary types to sometimes express themselves a bit floridly. It's hard to make a bad film with actors of Moore and Swinton's caliber, which is why I have to question the choice to include a few bizarre, unnecessary flashbacks concerning Martha's past, which distract from the compelling performances. Bergman knew when making Persona that Bibi Andersson could transport us into her character's life through acting alone, and I wish Almodóvar had taken that as inspiration and let his performers take the reins for these sequences.

The Room Next Door's death-with-dignity plotline has proven inadvertently timely.
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In the context of an ever-widening global cinema market, however, it makes perfect sense that a director of Almodóvar's stature would finally leave home. International film industries are taking advantage of Hollywood franchise fatigue by offering compelling alternatives. Korean drama series and Japanese anime (subbed and dubbed) have enraptured millions on Netflix. Bilingual productions are more popular than ever; recent successful films and TV shows made partially or totally in English include the Palme d'Or winning French legal drama Anatomy of a Fall and the hit samurai TV series Shogun. Rule changes in the Oscars' Best International Film category have allowed countries to submit films they've financed, regardless of the territory or language they were made in. This year, for instance, France submitted Emilia Pérez, directed by a Frenchman but set in Mexico, while Germany submitted The Seed of the Sacred Fig, directed by an Iranian dissident who sought asylum in Europe. It seems we have collectively bounded over the "one-inch-tall barrier of subtitles," as Parasite director Bong Joon-ho called it. (He has an English film, Mickey 17, coming out this year, too.)
Why should global filmmakers in a globalized world limit themselves to just one language? Why be limited by borders and oceans when choosing a story setting? With The Room Next Door, Almódovar proves he doesn't need to tell a Spanish story to make a worthy film, even if he loses some of the spice along the way.
The Room Next Door. Starring Tilda Swinton, Julianne Moore, and John Turturro. Written and directed by Pedro Almodóvar. 106 minutes. Rated PG-13. Opens Friday, January 10, at Coral Gables Art Cinema, 260 Aragon Ave., Coral Gables; 786-472-2249; gablescinema.com. Tickets cost $10 to $11.75. Check for showtimes at miaminewtimes.com/miami/showtimes.