This is exactly the sort of wildly over the top 90s gay comedy that you really can't treat seriously, and honestly, that's basically why it works at all. If you go in looking for a fun little watch, a couple of laughs, and a willingness to just roll with how ridiculous everything gets, that's the best way to take it, because beyond that there really isn't much happening. The plot is paper thin, and every performance is pushed so far past normal that it feels like some kind of spoof, even if I couldn't tell you what, specifically, it's supposed to be spoofing. The film is set in Mexico City in the nineties and follows Enrique, an up and coming telenovela star. He's about to score a major contract with a production company, until they find photos of him with his boyfriend and realize he's gay. His dad can't accept having a gay son and, because of that, can barely even talk to him. In order to save the contract, the head of the studio proposes that Enrique pretend to be romantically involved with a fading pop star who's trying to make a comeback, and who also happens to be secretly sleeping with the studio owner. Enrique and the singer both go along with the plan, which obviously drives Enrique's actual boyfriend crazy. Then Enrique gets into a sudden accident and loses his memory completely, with no idea who anyone is. His dad uses that opening to slide back into his life, showing him tabloid stories and videos to convince…