"Eres un pagafantas!" is the refrain that reverberated around Spain in 2010.
The concept is universal, yet the Spanish are the first culture I know of to associate a particular word to it: The man who pays for the girl's Fanta, during their purely platonic dates where he eternally hopes for romance but she knows there's not a chance in hell.
From this brilliant concept, Pagafantas is in truth quite predictable, but director Borja Cobeaga makes the highs crescendo splendidly while the lows are absolutely gut-wrenching. Chema, the Pagafantas, is even more pathetic and spineless than you'd expect. Claudia, the object of his affection, strings him along more than human decency would seemingly allow. Their yo-yo games lead to a chase through the Bilbao streets, a marriage on a fishing boat, and an accidental flight to Buenos Aires.
So sit back with a cold Fanta and your favorite Enrique Bunbury record to enjoy Pagafantas.
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