 Viva el Amor! (Or I should say: Long Live Cinema!) ¡Viva el amor! Is a purely visual experience, at times crude, of the sexual adventures of a brazen Spanish callow youth named Luis, whose only goal in life was to travel to Cannes, Monaco, New York, etc., picking up women of color, Western and Asian, and videotaping those meetings wherever they might happen, in bathrooms, hotels and even on the streets. The various engaging and daring scenes of the movie show us the highlights, sexually speaking, of his life; and they amply demonstrate the extraordinary abilities for seduction that Luis possesses. Besides his unquestionable beauty and youth, his main tool for seduction is his fresh and charming shamelessness, which allows him to approach, conquer and bed anytime the most beautiful women he finds on the streets. Besides the fun and youthful aspects of the piece, there s also an element of sadness and a commentary on how contemporary sex has totally lost the romantic element of the conquest of days gone by. Luis  conquests, as George Michael told us in his famous "Fast Love", is a search for inspiration and reaffirmation of himself, which only lasts while the victim (in this case the woman interviewed in the film), goes along playing his game, attempting to intellectualize with Luis what is the meaning of love. But as soon as the beauty gives in to the wishes of the matador and allows herself to be kissed (which becomes a metaphor for the ejaculation of all the women Luis takes to bed in the film), he loses all interest in her, as in all the others (What s your name again?). His ego has now been recharged, as many times before, and his only desire is to go after another conquest without having fully savored the last one. Here, the magic of cinema works perfectly. It may at first seem as if my life has been a bed of roses, as far as conquests goes. But obviously, I m only showing here those star-studded performances in a two-year period of my life. Editing works in the same manner as selective memory does, (as the great Tarkovsky very wisely taught us in his "Sculpting in Time") which is why I compare it to cinema, allowing me to forget the energy and hundreds of hours wasted after conquests that didn t come through, all "no s" I got, in selecting only the most beautiful women and discarding the more homely ones, even going as far as erasing from the film and my memory those times (which did happen) when I couldn t satisfy those I had seduced in bed. Because, as much as I would like to think that I seduced them, what really happened was that they allowed themselves to be seduced by me. That s why I want to shout, more than the title of the film ¡Viva el amor!, Long Live Cinema! Which now, and in the future, will help me remember, just like my memories, that during my youth I had been quite a stud, capable of conquering the most beautiful of all women, and satisfying them sexually.