OK nobody else has apparently pointed this out yet, but the effects of mescaline are WILDLY DIFFERENT from how they are shown in this movie.Mescaline is a powerful hallucinogen similar to LSD, psilocybin, 2CB etc. It takes at least an hour before the effects are apparent and the total duration of the trip can be 10 or 12 hours. At the peak of the trip eyes are dilated, strong hallucinations, highly mystical, spiritual experiences etc. Mescaline has been used by shamans for hundreds (thousands?) of years in the form of peyote and other cactus.The passengers in this film are allegedly taking a HIGH DOSE OF MESCALINE. I doubt very much whether sex would even be possible on a high dose, let alone landing a plane. Anyone unfamiliar with hallucinogens would be freaking out. However considering the duration of the drug, the characters in this movie would not be tripping hard until well after the plane had landed.I don't expect total accuracy in a comic movie but I would have thought Almodovar could have been somewhat closer to the mark.https://www.erowid.org/chemicals/mescaline/mescaline.shtml

A non-stop, camp, farce, comedy. The passengers and crew, on a plane whose landing gear is broken, realise they are stranded as they keep circling in the skies over Spain until an airport becomes available where they can attempt to land.We are introduced to an unlikely array of characters (a hit-man, fraudster, prostitute, 40 year old virgin amongst others) who engage in sex, drug taking and alcohol abuse. Not one of Almodovar's best farces (see Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown)but definitely has his stamp. Depending on your sense of humour this could be a very enjoyable film.

Sometimes you go into a movie simply wanting a little fun. After so many years of Pedro Almodovar making twisted psychodramas and searing romances, often to acclaim like Academy Award nominations/wins and film festivals across the world, we now have a total screwball comedy that is another 'bottle' comedy from summer last year (remember This is the End all staged in one place). It's a filmmaker not going for anything serious, anything too deep, anything that will be About The Human Condition (in caps). And if there is, that's icing on the cake. This is just about farce, in the lightest ways for this filmmaker now in his latter years.Here you get to see what these characters do at the end of their self-involved ropes. There's a lot of energy and a lot of silliness with these characters, played by actors who are familiar players in this director's oeuvre, but the sketches click mostly. It's only when Almodovar leaves the plane for a scene where a character calls a woman and we see her story for a bit that it drags and loses its energy.But those male flight attendants are hysterical, in timing and how they express everything as BIG and frantic as possible, and when the music number of the film's title hits it finally releases one of only thinking of the song as that scene from Saved by the Bell (or maybe it's just for me it did). Fast, loose, and knowing how goofy it is, its movie-making that hits the spot at the end of a long day and maybe with a little drink on the side (minus he mescaline).

Uneven, but a lot of fun, with some serious thoughts about politics, class and the economy of modern Spain nicely hidden in the mix of sex and absurdity. This (very intentionally) hearkens back to Almodovar's anarchic, rough edged early sex farces like Pepi, Luci Bom, but now he's re-approached that kind of story with the technical mastery of a lifetime making ever more sophisticated films. That cuts both ways. On one hand the gorgeous color-popping polished visuals, and high- level performances make this even more of a joy to watch. On the other hand, it's very smoothness takes some of the bite out of Almodovor's early punky biting the hand that fed him, pushing the limits of film in post-Franco Spain. But forgetting all that serious mumbo-jumbo, this is fun sexual and political farce, 90% of which takes places on an airplane that may be doomed. Led by three very funny, very gay flight attendants determined to keep the upper-class passengers distracted from what's really going on, using everything from musical numbers to mescaline (the economy class passengers have simply been drugged and put to sleep; a heavy handed but effective comment) – the flight gets wilder and wilder as those ruling class passengers reveal their secrets – sexual, social and personal - and their libidos. As do the flight crew. Certainly not Almodovar's best work, but often filthy, funny and smart. And if a good number of the jokes don't quite hit, those that do, will sometimes make you laugh, and others will make you smile ruefully.