Kika, a happy-go-lucky, naïve cosmetologist, is called to the mansion of Nicholas Pierce, an American writer, to make-up the corpse of his stepson, Ramón, a fashion photographer with voyeuristic tendencies. He was however merely catatonic and suddenly awoke feeling he owns her his life regained. Ramón eventually proposes to Kika and they might have lived happily ever after but first they have to cope with Kika's torrid affair with Nicholas, the traumatic and suspicious suicide of Ramón's mother, and the intrusive gaze of a scarred exploitative tabloid-TV star (and Ramón's former psychologist), Andrea Caracortada.
Almodovar's central parody is strong enough to save this film from floundering too much or too often. It's daring and nasty, but rarely brilliant.
– James Berardinelli,
ReelViews,
1 Jan 2000
rotten:
Something alarming has happened to Almodovar: He has become commonplace and predictable.
– Desson Thomson,
Washington Post,
1 Jan 2000
fresh:
It doesn't matter that Kika doesn't make sense -- doesn't even try to make sense. It's just so much fun to watch.
– Joe Brown,
Washington Post,
1 Jan 2000
fresh:
Kika is actually one of this film maker's more buoyant recent efforts, a sly, rambunctious satire that moves along merrily until it collapses -- as many Almodovar films finally do -- under the weight of its own clutter.