This is a highly recommendable documentary about Ocaña, a sevillan painter living in Barcelona. This may not be interesting by itself (how many painters are in the world?) but the ferocity, sincerity, bright and sensibility of Ocaña talking either about his childhood, his art or life itself makes this movie a shocking exposure of a bizarre, colonist Barcelona rigth after Franco's death. It's an explosion of both life and light, a celebration of joy and, somehow, an spiritual striptease of a soul willing to survive a world of mediocrity, all in a voyeur style, avoiding prejudices and letting the character speak by himself. This was the very first movie by Ventura Pons, who was 21 at the time. That makes you thing about his huge talent! I recommend it to everyone!