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...single mom (Penélope Cruz, above left) hears rumors that her dead mother (Carmen Maura) is haunting their hometown. This unlocks closets full of family secrets and director Pedro Almodóvar's unique mix of earthy wit and fire. So maybe he's not working at quite the apogee of emotion and cinematic daring of his All About My Mother and Talk to Her. That makes Volver only about the sixth best film of the past decade...
...Penélope Cruz has arrived at the top, thanks, in part, to a bottom. The actress wears the plenteous prosthetic posterior under her 1950s Sophia Loren--inspired straight skirts and clingy cardigans in Pedro Almodóvar's new film, Volver. "Mothers have beeg bottoms," the Spanish director of culturally charged films says in accented English as he sprawls on a sofa next to Cruz in his suite at the Chateau Marmont hotel in Los Angeles. "Your curves here are natural," he says to her, cupping his hands on his chest, "but not here," he says, pointing to his seat...
Then there was the small part opposite Johnny Depp in Blow and a supporting role as Halle Berry's ranting psychiatric patient in Gothika. When a prison movie starring Halle Berry and Penélope Cruz can't find an audience, well, there's really something wrong. "I think she was not very lucky at the beginning because the projects she chose didn't meet the level of expectation everybody had, including myself," says Almod?...
...HOLMES has inspired online and tabloid dissections of Suri's birth certificate; blurry, telephoto-lens bassinet shots by helicopter-borne paparazzi; vivid photo-illustrations of how she might look at 20 (a bit like Brooke Shields) by forensic-imaging specialists; and declarations of authenticity from famous friends like Penélope Cruz and Jada Pinkett Smith, who told a reporter that Suri is "gorgeous, with a head full of black, beautiful hair." Rumors are swirling that someone has actually taken the first authorized photos of the wee bairn--not just any photographer, of course, but Vanity Fair's resident portraitist Annie...
...deserted streets, stirring the branches of eucalyptus trees and banging loose sheets of metal blown off shop fronts by the force of the exploding bombs. Other than the few Hizballah men who dart between the rubble, the only other signs of life are the packs of scrawny dogs who lope down the street and a pair of thin horses standing forlornly in the shade of a gas station waiting patiently, it seems, for a master who may never return...