a fairly straightforward story involving gypsies, toreadors and smugglers in Seville.
Y'mean there wasn't a lesbian Mercedes, Lillas Pastia running a BDSM parlour, a film crew filming Fellini's LA STRADA in the piazza, Zuniga as a Traffic Warden, Escamillo as a Grand Prix driver, an army of juvenile Napoleons following Jose around the stage in white costumes, and the entire thing set in The Third Reich/down a mine/in Andy Warhol's apartment/in a lunatic asylum where everyone thinks they're in the opera "Carmen"/on the Moon? O tempora! O mores!