Summary
In a sun-scorched Iberian dreamscape where ochre rooftops bleed into saffron skies, a barefoot dreamling—part street-urchin, part moth-to-flame—loses his heart to a princess whose laughter is rumored to crack crystal. His feline familiar, equal parts Svengali and dandy, lounges in the shadows, pupils dilated like black tulips, plotting amour’s coup d’état. The king, a marble bust of absolutism, exiles the boy with a flick of gloved disdain; love’s ember, suddenly stateless, drifts toward the hush of the village cinematógrafo. There, Rudolpho Valensino—matador as metaphysical rock-star—ripples across the silver sheet, and the cat, whiskers aquiver with revelation, whispers: hypnotic cape-work is merely seduction by other means. One pair of blood-red boots later (a totem of upward mobility stitched in flamenco leather), boy and beast swagger into Seville’s plaza de toros, a cathedral of sand and vertigo. The bull, a monolith of muscle and ancestral grievance, succumbs to feline mesmerism; roses rain; the crowd howls rapture. Yet the king’s sceptre still bars the gate, forcing our hero to confront the final truth: enchantment ends where class ossifies, and fairy-tale transcendence demands a revolution not of bulls but of crowns.
Synopsis
A boy falls for a princess, his cat for hers. But her father does not like the idea of a commoner marrying a noblewoman and kicks him out. After seeing a Rudolpho Valensino movie at the local theater his cat has the idea that he could try impressing the king as bullfighter, to win his daughters hand. Bullfighting is relatively easy, when you can hypnotize the bull, but why does his cat need new boots ?
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