¡Ay, Carmela!

During the Spanish Civil War a spirited vaudeville team on a morale boosting tour of the republican front lines is captured by fascist troops and made an offer they can't refuse: face imprisonment and possible execution or perform a degrading propaganda skit for the amusement of local officers. The stakes are clear: collaborate and live, or refuse and die, and from that simple dilemma director Carlos Saura conveys the escalating tension before the show with a healthy measure of wartime drama and ironic backstage humor. Saura understands that genuine tragedy requires at least a touch of comedy, provided here by an energetic cast led by the reliable Carmen Maura, who even does her own singing and dancing. So it's too bad that after building such momentum the film has to end on a lurid climax better suited to an Oliver Stone potboiler, complete with strobe light effects and mass audience hysteria. But it's a small price to pay for an otherwise elegant and entertaining reminder of how, even in a war where the issues are obvious, some decisions can be mortally dangerous to make.