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The Tit And The Moon is a similarly playful and perverse exercise in symbolic eroticism as nine-year-old Tete (DurĂ¡n), jealous of his infant brother's exclusive access to their mother's milk, prays to the moon to bring him a nipple from which he alone may suckle.
French cabaret dancer Estrellita (May) is the woman on whom Tete's roving gaze settles and her cup doesn't merely runneth over, it delivers a precisely aimed jet of milk directly into Tete's mouth. Awkwardly, Estrellita has a lover: her cabaret partner Fartman Maurice, The Man Of Fire (Darmon) - a motorbiking petomane - an artist of farts - whose jealousy is as potent and focussed as his arse-based art. Worse still, Tete has a rival for Estrellita's affections in the form of lonely teenage electrician and flamenco singer Miguel (Poveda), whose attempts to serenade Estrellita prove unexpectedly successful.
I'm not sure but that sounds like fail. Spain sucks making movies.
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