Airbag - Jetzt knallt's richtig!

Skit? Farce? Take-off? Leg-pull? As if concocting an indigestible gag-laden pudding overbrimming with rich ingredients, Bajo Ulloa resorts to an over-the-top fusion and confusion of near-edible pranks, rather as if he had mixed a fair amount of 007 with a dash of The Godfather, a few spoonfuls of Al Capone, a sprinkling of Elliot Ness, and a liberal ladelling of tongue-in-cheek imagination, to cook up this inspired nonsensical triviality. Ah, he had good advice at hand: Karlos Arguiñano (Don Serafín) is a renowned restaurateur and TV-chef.

Among mafia-looking types racing about the Iberian Peninsula, only stopping to visit mini-skirted brothels, several high-level rendezvous beside extravagant swimming-pools, a few odd explosions here and there, airbags going pop in cars over on their roofs, it is possible to glean from the fast moving action that some are looking for money and a valuable ring which, - how could you guess? – others are also hell-bent on getting their grubby maulers on. Now, if that does not sound like very coherent English, I can assure you that that is the last thing this Spanish film needs. Wallowing in excessive doses of whimsical indulgencies carried to the ultimate degree, the film canters along in all directions bar the one where you think it is going, thus decreeing that you should not resort to thinking, but simply limit yourself to a seemingly unrelated sequence of comic antics interspersed with a few fair-dinkum wenches, whilst trying not to break up into little bits as you roll about in hilarious mirth.

Nothing should be taken at face-value; nothing should be taken seriously. Given such jaundiced view-point, if, like me, you might prefer less fantasious capers, you might be inclined to turn it off. However, this is precisely where the film defies you to do such a silly thing: you sit glued to your seat to the very end, because you, like me, are darned well not going to miss the next clownish round. So take your partners, as there is a bit of Strauss waltzing going on, and let yourself be driven headlong into bedlam and pandemonium. If you survive, take a stiff Alker-Seltzer (or even a double scotch), and carry on as beforehand as if nothing happened. Which, I think, is precisely what happened: nothing.

Thereinafter, you can try to make up your mind whether to laugh at it, with it or for it. It's a free world………...

Imagine a single men party that you now when it starts, but you never imagine how it finishes. This is what happen in this comedy in which three friends are searching the wedding ring which one of them loose in the ass of a prostitute. They will be implicated in a gang war, during their search. You can see a collection of different Spanish types of people, and also some Portuguese. During the film you will see that what in the beginning seems to be complete casual lost, it's no so simple, and there is co nstant surprises during the 2 hours.

I recommend you this film, and specially one of the bads guys, Pazos. It's incredible how he can mix words.

A hallucinogenic three day trip through the Vasco country side (Spain). Juanma Ulloa helmed this little jewel of filming. The characters are quite odd, grotesque and weird, but must of all: FUNNY. Drugs, religion, sex, soccer and a very awkward rivalry between Spaniards and Portugese are the principal elements of this rich palette of European cinema.

This film hits the unsuspecting viewer like a ton of Spanish tiles. The story line is fairly simple (boy-meets-girl-boy-is-about-to-marry-girl-boy-and-his-friends-have-a stag party-boy-loses-engagement ring-up-a-hooker's-XXX-boy-has-to-get-the-ring-back).The film races on at incredible speed through the northern Spanish countryside and there´s a great mix up with drugs and prostitutes and machine gun toting bad guys. The film has some things speaking for it. There are some truly memorable comic scenes. The "Russian Tortilla" scene, for example, is fabulous. There are also some funny cameos, some appear only for a minute and Rossy de Palma appears only on a photo. However, the film tends to sag a bit at the end. It's a film to see after having a couple of beers.

Well, this is a fast crazy road trip movie with lot of funny situations and with a bunch of very hilarious characters. Everything starts with the wedding preparatives of a wealthy vasconian couple from northern Spain. The father of the man, who gambles his life on a poisoned omelette "roulette", to get the money to keep his honor in front of his haughty ex-wife and relatives. The four guys who decide to have their bachelor's party on a whorehouse where the engage ring disappears under suspictious circumstances, after a crazy night of delirious party with a beautiful cuban dancer.

This is the starting point of a hunting of the four guys after the ring, a "fraternity" that steals a test Volvo from the garage and runs after the mob's goodfather who found the ring, all over the northern coast of Spain towards Galicia.

Taken by the gangsters as drug dealers, pursued by the Guardia Civil and the mob, everything that you can imagine is far from the stupid things that may happen to these guys.

It was a great hit in Spain, and lots of funny words and phrases perdured in the joke slang of many spaniards.

Favourite characters: Pazos: The mob's lieutenant who's cell phone call to his wife made hundreds to jump out their seats in laughter: "Qué pofesioná" Bachelor's father: Famous Spanish chef takes the role of authentic vasconian who's love for good food and red wine is only comparable with his gamble addiction to "Pelota Vasca". His speech in the pre-wedding dinner is great: "... Here my son, a lawyer, just finished college at 30 years old ..." ... "Con dos cojones !!" :-D