Al Pacino is really an amazing prototype of latin caste. In fact the
movie has little to do with women but that's precisely where lies the
philosophy of life: maybe not the most highlighted part but indeed
indispensable. I can still remember one detail in the movie, when he was
about to travel to NY, before he left his place,
he spoke to his big and plump cat(if it is not polite to call it fat):
Remember, kitty, when in doubt, fuck.
PS. The tango music POR UNA CABEZA by CARLOS GARDEL is strongly recommended!