A modest and humble film of slapstick, like those of Jason Statham and many others… perhaps without the charm of a great international star, but with the added value of the genuine Spanish charm of proximity and of the people. That is, 'I'll destroy you' It is what it seems to be, and it is also what it wants to be. Sometimes, there is no other way… 90 minutes that work with the simple, plain and simple distracted efficiency of direct-to-video exploitation cinema with which so many alpha males have made a career. Direct and to the point. With two bucks but with pride and a pair of balls. Can you ask for more? Yes, of course. For example, better direction of actresses, all of them horrible. But that would be too picky when the noble scent of dandruff, after all, only reinforces it.