Airbag

This movie doesn't make any sense whatsoever, but like culture classics like Animal House, National Lampoons Vacation, this road trip Spanish movie has what it takes to be a great classic if they decide to re-reprint the film. The plot basically is a bunch of friends trying to break in their best friend with a prostitute before his weeding, but in this case a very expensive family heirloom gets stuck inside the working girl.

Now all they have to do is track the ring, because the whorehouse is a traveling one. On their quest to find the ring they get mix in with the mafia, Pimps, and a lot of cocaine. This movie is like a mix between Porky's and national Lampoons. hahahaha enjoy this movie is a fun one.

This film contains many bizarre elements of spanish life including what single men get up to, and especially whorehouses, a central feature of this film. Higlights of this film include Juantxo's dad who is a spanish TV chef, Santiago Segura as a child molesting politician, and Rabal as Villambrosa, afflicted by the portuguese's voodoo magic. The film is also permeated with the bizarre relationship between the spanish and portuguese, and both countries love of football. My particular favourite is the galician whorehouse manager, Manuel Maquina, whose henchmen walk around the brothel in Deportivo shirts and listens to english for business tapes in his bar. Apart from this odd things about this film include american cars.

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.

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………...

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.