Showing posts with label surrealism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surrealism. Show all posts

"Fate/La Suerte": Gay law student is forced into driving...a Big Reveal. With two Oscar dicks and some random butts

 


I was drawn in to the Spanish tv series Fate (2025) on Hulu, but it does not appear among the five or six television series called Fate that premiered in 2024 and 2025.  Finally I found in the IMDB of star Oscar Jaenada (left): La Suerte: Un Serie de Casualidades (Luck: A Series of Coincidences).

Who was the genius who decided to mistranslate "la suerte" as "fate," and make the show impossible to find?  But it's worth the effort.

Scene 1: David (Ricardo Gómez) is trying to memorize passages from his Criminal Law text while driving a taxi through a party district in Madrid.  Suddenly two guys appear with a semi-conscious third, Gordito (Jairo Sanchez) pile in.  Their friend collapsed during dinner.  They order David to drive them to the hospital -- and don't stop for red lights.


At the hospital, Jero (Carlos Bernardino) orders David to keep the meter running -- while he and the nurses rush Gordito inside.  He steals the Criminal Law book so David will have to wait.

Carlos Bernardino played Armand in Jaula De Grillo, a Spanish language version of La Cage aux Folles, aka The Birdcage.







While waiting, David smiles at a hunky ambulance driver.  He can't be gay, can he?  Ricardo Gomez has played gay characters at least three times.  Could this be #4?

Scene 2: An hour later, Jero returns, telling someone on the phone that Gordito has been admitted to the hospital, but he'll be fine.  David wants to be paid, but skittish loose-cannon Jero points out that the taxi is stolen, and blackmails him into driving somewhere to get the money.  I imagine that it's not really stolen, David has just borrowed it to make extra money while studying for his law exam.

Scene 3: The restaurant where they were eating when Gordito collapsed is now closed, but the owner is a close friend, and opens for Jero.  They left in such a hurry that they forgot "the package."  Uh-oh, these guys must be drug traffickers. And could the owner whip up some muffins?



Scene 4: 
Now on to the hotel to get the money.  Jero cautions David to not put down Andalusians -- the last guy who tried that got cut in half.  Just kidding -- or not. 

At the fancy hotel, as they walk down the hall, we see a black rooster wandering around for no reason.  Then a hand with tattoos and rings beckons: "Come in, Jero.  You know you want to."  I can't tell the gender of the voice or the hand. Grinnng, Jero tells David to wait outside -- he'll just be a minute.

Scene 5:  David gets tired of waiting and goes in.  I was expecting a hookup, but it's an elegant party.  One guy is stoking on cocaine, and people are lining up to slap a man's bare butt, but otherwise it's subdued.  

Jero introduces David as the guy who saved Gordito, and everyone cheers.  Then he tells David to guard the muffins with his life, and vanishes. This is tremendously surreal.

A guy grabs the muffins, in spite of David's protests, and takes them into the bedroom to present to a shadowy figure in sunglasses.   The muffin guy introduces David as the kid who saved Gordito, and asks "What should we do with him?" That sounds threatening.  Is this like the Spanish Mafia?  

 "Give him a muffin." 

David gets his muffin.  It's not even homemade. 

Scene 6: Figuring he won't be getting paid, David leaves.  The black rooster leads him into another room with a lot of gifts and bottles of booze on a table. And the package they retrieved from the restaurant -- full of money.  Drug money!  I knew it!  He starts to take enough to cover his fee, but is  distracted by the golden bullfighter costume on the bed, and just grabs and leaes.

Down in the cab, he counts -- 300 euros.  But the meter only reads 170.  The rest is stolen!  "Fuck me!" he exclaims -- he's got to return it.  Fortunately, he sneaks in and out of the room without incident.


Scene 7: It's early in the morning.  He gets home just as his elderly parents are leaving for a trip.

He opens the refrigerator  -- meals marked for every day of the week -- feeds the dog, strips to his underwear (whoa, he's hot.  The bulge is not very visible in this screenshot, but check out the shadow), and gazes wistfully at his graduation photo.  

Legal training in Spain requires a bachelor's and master's degree in law, followed by the examen de acceso a la abogacía (Exam for Admission to the Law).  David must be studying for the exam.

More after the break.  Caution: Explicit.