Ten years after ratting on his old mobster friends in exchange for personal immunity, two hit men drive a hardened criminal to Paris for his execution. However, while on the way, whatever can go wrong, does go wrong.
The use of 'Spain' and 'Spanish culture' as a natural backdrop for violence seems to mirror a similar trend of low-budget US cinema in the 1980s that used Mexico for the same purposes… and it has aged just as well. You might well think that the lack of threat or competence on behalf of the gangsters (as well as the Zen-like philosophy of the protagonist) could lead to some kind of revisionist/neo-gangster reading, but it just doesn't quite work, despite some wonderful camerawork at times.
