From the misanthropic "Kika," to the histrionics of "The Flower of My Secret," to the crazy vibrance of "Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown," "Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down" and "Dark Habits," Almodovar has traipsed all over the emotional map.
I will note, however, that I had not seen Almodovar's The Flower of My Secret (1995) at the time of that review, and it's worth pointing out that there's a fascinating connection between the two films -- which I won't spoil for anyone, because it's so essentially Almodovar to find this kind of playful link between films.
But since 1996's "The Flower of My Secret," and most alarmingly with "Live Flesh" from 1997, he's been experimenting with a formalism that felt conventional, like someone was standing over him saying, "Oh, behave!"