Four years later the summer came with Corridas de alegría (1982), one of the most free, joyful and untapped movies in Spanish cinema. It was not a good title: it seems that Andrés Vicente Gómez got mad. There are runs and there is joy, but it was infinitely better than Gonzalo and Javier had put him: On the fly. Premise: a trilero without luck (Javier GP) and a guy who has just escaped from jail (Miguel Ángel Iglesias) to burn all the clubs of the gangster that sent him to the maco, become the sevillian Sevillians of Kerouac and Dean Moriarty, They pick up a jaranera lady (Isabel Pisano) and they throw themselves to the road ready to have a blast. A road movie with a script, but open to everything that will be found along the way. And what they are finding exceeds any forecast of the viewer.A cursed title - which in its time was relegated to the specialized cinemas "S" - which is a real joy for the few chosen who have been able to taste it and have incorporated it into their private cults. In the style of the more traditional "road movie", he proposes a journey through a colorful but scarcely topical Andalusia by two born losers with a mission to fulfill. Delirious dialogues and the naturalness with which he develops an almost impossible story turn it into an unrepeatable rarity.In conclusion, Miguel, escaped from prison two months after serving his sentence, only thinks about revenge and finding his beloved Diana. Leaving to Javier, a talkative trilero with a cabriolet-coffee machine, on a trip through Andalusia after the trail of the missing maid. Along the way, a string of unclassifiable encounters and characters to each one more crazy