Over dinner, Betty suggests that Leo takes her mind off of her worries by taking up journalism. In fact she knows the perfect contact in Angel (Juan Echanove), the editor of the literature section of El Pais, which makes the choice easier for Leo. Keeping her published identity secret, Leo visits Angel with a new novel and several essays, which he dearly loves. However, Leo is taken aback when he asks her to review the new novel by Amanda Gris, a task she manages to squirm out of by proclaiming that she detests that particular author. After this boost to her self-confidence Leo visits her sister Rosa (Rossy de Palma), who lives in an atmosphere of insults and frustration with their mother (Chus Lampreave). The schizoid behaviour of this old lady stems from her feelings of loss and rootlessness, having moved from her home village to Madrid (although she likes a good argument as well). Perhaps life isn't treating Leo so badly after all?
A simple phone-call is all that's needed to disturb this fragile equilibrium though. Paco is coming home on a 24-hour furlough, from his duties with the NATO peacekeeping force for Bosnia, which elevates Leo onto a higher plateau - hopefully this time they won't spend every minute shouting at each other. This doesn't seem a particularly likely scenario unfortunately, given Leo's sensitivity to any slight or misplaced remark. An added complication is that Angel has some romantic intentions towards Leo and is party to the secret of Amanda Gris (revealed to him during a drunken stupor). The many outstanding questions (will Leo make up with Paco, or switch to Angel? can she fulfill her contract? what will happen to her mother?) are masterfully tied together by the finale, but never at the expense of creditability.
For Almodovar this seems a transitory picture, charting his progress from charming and outrageous early movies to a more mature and caring future. The characters of The Flower of My Secret all contain qualities which we can identify with, flaws which are seldom found in standard Hollywood roles, and feel concern for. The acting itself is adequate but, as always, the humour, inventiveness and zest of the script gives many of the scenes a tangible boost. This may not be a comedy but there are a lot of laughs. Additional pleasing touches arise from the many arresting colour schemes used (a very common theme for Almodovar) and the interesting use of mirrors, glass and translucent materials to cast individual moments in a certain way. This may not be a great film, but it is both good and entertaining.