By Annie Barrett
Updated July 05, 2013 at 07:00 PM EDT
Paola Ardizzoni & Emilio Pereda

It’s Fourth of July weekend, so why not go see a Spanish movie?

I just wanted to share that I recently suffered/indulged in one of my biggest LOL spasms of 2013 during the absolutely ridiculous dance scene in Pedro Almodóvar’s new film I’m So Excited (Los amantes pasajeros, in theaters now). It’s not complicated: The three first-class flight attendants (Carlos Areces, Raúl Arévalo, and Javier Cámara, pictured) just vamp around to the Pointer Sisters’ hit, on a plane, in the middle of a life-threatening flight. It sounds annoying and probably would be annoying to many humans. But I died. And each time I thought the laugh-wave had passed, all I had to do was look at any other character’s facial expression — delight! disgust! the theater! — and I was right back in it. It’s a complete sh*tshow of WTF and WHY? My point is this: If you’re in the right mood, this movie is so absurdly fun.

I’m So Excited is subtitled, super sexual, and full of fast-talking nonsense. Most characters are gay, in denial about being gay, or will become gay in the next few hours. So it’s definitely not everyone’s Peninsula Airlines (which may as well be Penis Airlines) cup of Valencia Cocktail. Our critic Owen Gleiberman says the film is “like a helium balloon with a leak in it,” which I totally get. It’s not perfect. It’s crazy. But you might be crazy! I’m crazy, and I was really into it. If you’d rather be attacked by rapid-fire flight attendant bitchery than minions, zombies, or the government, this could be your best-bet holiday weekend trip.

Giggle fit aside, the bottom line is that I’ll see any Almodóvar movie (again and again and again) for the visual presentation alone. Even the fonts in the opening credits were next-level, and by that I mean they looked straight out of the early ’80s. But they were so bright and oddly shaped and unexpected. Perhaps you get what I mean. And every frame in all of his films is like its own piece of art. I don’t know how he does it — camera angles? makeup? just a unique sense of casting? — but each actor’s face is so flawless at every moment, their overreactions somehow “just enough” for me. I guess all the hallucinogens worked. All I wanna do now is watch early Almodóvar movies. I suppose I can wait until sundown.

Anyway: This is a frothy treat. You can zone out and jump right back in. Sobriety is not necessarily encouraged.

Anyone else have a similarly trippy experience with I’m So Excited? Do share.