I fly our single engine plane, low, into town, causing an ex-girlfriend to swerve on her bike. Our home now hosts a new, bad, Chinese restaurant. There is a neon sign out front. Our special is seaweed served in little packets. I note that "a neon sign does not a Chinese restaurant make."
Pedro Almodóvar flies the frantic skies in silly, sky-high romp
By Devin D. O’Leary
After the kinky, creepy quirk of 2011’s mod-goth masterpiece The Skin I Live In, Spanish auteur Pedro Almodóvar returns to his campy, soap-operatic roots with the palate-cleansing amuse-bouche I’m So Excited.