I think there is a tendency among critics, reviewers, movie-goers to rate a foreign film slightly higher than English-speaking counterparts. Something is mysterious, culturally refined, elevated in sometimes incomprehensible way. It's truly different so it must be good. All of these approaches with Almodavar's "Talk To Her," prove faulty. In the end, the movie, with me at least, just didn't connect.
The plot comes across as a contrivance, a contrivance that doesn't necessarily work. Two women are placed in the same hospital in a coma. One is a dancer, one is a bullfighter. Two men stand vigil waiting, talking, watching, wanting above anything for their objects of affection to wake up. The two men gain a confidance with one another, a bonded friendship, and the story plays out with different pathways taken, paths not always moral, not always sane.
I believe from this we are supposed to get a juxtaposed look at different relationships, communication, what is love, and all this other deep meaning of life pondering stuff. That seems to be the gyst of things at times in foreign films, we English speakers have this general sense that it's trying to say something deep if we could just stay awake through the droning plot to decipher the undecipherable. In the end, I found "Talk to Her" leaving little impression and stiving to hard to make a revelation. A revelation on what...I'm still not sure.
If you are heavily into foreign films, you may find this one interesting. If you aren't, you just may want to rent this one if you are an insomniac.