I loved the different characters. There is nothing really spectacular about the film but it was nevertheless very enjoyable.

I've seen nearly all of Pedro's films. Many of them I love. But this? This is tired, stupid, boring, disgusting, nasty, and it stinks. I could literally smell it. It's that bad. There is nothing imaginative or creative or funny here. I didn't laugh even once. There is nothing to laugh at. The characters are all awful. The dialog is awful. The story is awful. The situations are awful. This was just NASTY! That's all I can think of.

Uneven, but a lot of fun, with some serious thoughts about politics, class and the economy of modern Spain nicely hidden in the mix of sex and absurdity. This (very intentionally) hearkens back to Almodovar's anarchic, rough edged early sex farces like Pepi, Luci Bom, but now he's re-approached that kind of story with the technical mastery of a lifetime making ever more sophisticated films. That cuts both ways. On one hand the gorgeous color-popping polished visuals, and high- level performances make this even more of a joy to watch. On the other hand, it's very smoothness takes some of the bite out of Almodovor's early punky biting the hand that fed him, pushing the limits of film in post-Franco Spain. But forgetting all that serious mumbo-jumbo, this is fun sexual and political farce, 90% of which takes places on an airplane that may be doomed. Led by three very funny, very gay flight attendants determined to keep the upper-class passengers distracted from what's really going on, using everything from musical numbers to mescaline (the economy class passengers have simply been drugged and put to sleep; a heavy handed but effective comment) – the flight gets wilder and wilder as those ruling class passengers reveal their secrets – sexual, social and personal - and their libidos. As do the flight crew. Certainly not Almodovar's best work, but often filthy, funny and smart. And if a good number of the jokes don't quite hit, those that do, will sometimes make you laugh, and others will make you smile ruefully.

The good news: there need never be another argument about which film is Pedro Almodovar's worst. The bad news: this is abominably awful. My guess is that Almodovar just wanted to make a fun comic trifle, and more power to him. Unfortunately, the result is just so friggin' lame. Barely a single laugh to be had and so vapid it hurts. Hey, at least it still looks like an Almodovar film. A bunch of people in the business class of an airplane discover that their landing gear is severely damaged, so they decide to party it out with the crew. The English language title is a reference to the popular song, which plays during the film's most amusing sequence. The original, Spanish title is "The Passenger Lovers" because, during the climactic sequence, everyone screws. There are a bunch of plot lines and all of them feel unfinished - I was assuming I had gotten an edited version (with all the gay stuff, I thought maybe the American distributors cut down some stuff for an R rating), but, no. I'd say at least it's short, but these 90 minutes are interminable.