A respected veteran journalist and an attractive young student wind up locked in a bathroom, naked, with only one towel between them, in David Trueba’s witty, sensual, movie. What can they do, but talk?

"Madrid, 1987 operates on a dizzying number of levels — as a romantic comedy, a sex farce, a study of culture clash, ageism and idealism — and the highest compliment you can give this ridiculously talky movie (which plays better if you speak Spanish) is that you’re a little sad to see the characters go on their way once they part, probably forever." Rene Rodriguez, Miami Herald

"Combines the smart-talk microcosm of My Dinner With Andre and the sexual dynamics of a Philip Roth novel." John DeFore, Hollywood Reporter