Making an autobiographical film about a director's life can be a tricky task. Get it wrong and it comes across as a self-absorbed exercise in navel-gazing. But get it right and you have something wonderful, like Pedro Almodovar's Pain and Glory.
Set in Spain, this film centres on the "fictional" life of Salvador Mello. Through a series of flashbacks, Almodovar (for whom this film operates as a thinly veiled semi-autobiographical drama) fleshes out Salvador's formative years at the hands of his impoverished mother (played by Penelope Cruz), his absent father, and the sexual awakenings of the house help.
Fast forward to the present and Salvador is now a successful but creatively stifled film-maker, who suffers from numerous ailments and is struggling to unite his past with the present. But through a series of coincidental reconnections, his past is thrust upon him.
There is a hint of Fellini's 8 1/2 or even Cuaron's more recent Roma in the self-confessional nature of Almodovar's sideways glance at his own life and the people who influenced him.