Pepa looks at the answering machine. She picks it up. Walks to the window. And hurls it into the street below. It shatters on the red tile.
“You’re a ghost,” she says. “You don’t love women. You love the beginning of women. And I’m tired of being a prologue.” women on the verge of a nervous breakdown movie
The film concludes with a stunning visual metaphor. Pepa sits on her balcony, watching the sun rise. A small, personal helicopter lands on her terrace. It belongs to a former lover who offers her an escape. She climbs in, not to run away, but to ascend. Pepa looks at the answering machine