From the moment we get a near Airplane!-like intro of J Balvin as a pilot (because there hasn’t been anything more comically stylized than that image since the aforementioned film), we’re given an immediate sense that this isn’t going to be any ordinary flight.
Continuing to give her updated take on flamenco music (she hails from Spain, after all), ROSALÍA shows off her space-requiring choreography early on in the video, directed by X. But not before serving some diva action as she yells into a phone with a backdrop of multicolored roses behind her. Whatever she said to the person on the phone must have gotten her a wardrobe change into a pair of red pants with a red tank top featuring a cutout flame-rimmed bodice. Descending the spiral staircase (it sort of looks like the plane they used in The Wedding Singer, it just has that brand of 80s decadence) to join her entourage or, more accurately, put on a show for them as she delves into the flamenco, her seated court soon joins in her infectious dance.
In between dancing, ROSALÍA takes time to snack and drink champagne (and change her shirt) to replenish herself before El Guincho (also providing vocals for the song) and a slew of others join the night ride (maybe they were flown in on another plane for the party?). And yes, that plane essentially transforms into a club as the lights turn multi-toned and the crowd surges. FAA regulations who?
An instant of severe turbulence as “that crazy J Balvin” flies toward the moon barely fazes the plane partying, as it would seem everyone would prefer to live fast and die young than worry about flight safety. Then, in another moment of brief quiet before the next dance sequence, and to show off some additional luxury features of the plane, ROSALÍA plays a round of video games with El Guincho (have we segued into using the plane from Josie and the Pussycats?).
Considering people’s augmented fears regarding planes right now in the wake of the Boeing 737 crash, ROSALÍA is sort of doing a public service in 1) showing flight companies how they should be letting their passengers travel and 2) reminding passengers that flying can still be fun if you bring the attitude that comes with hitting the dance floor. Of course, as we all know, if these types of spacious planes ever did come to fruition, they would be solely for the rich. Then again, maybe ROSALÍA isn’t giving the best ad for travel as she sings, “Vivo rápido y no tengo cura (con altura)/Iré joven pa’ la sepultura.” Or, “I live fast and have no cure (with height)/I’ll be young for burial.” Sounds rather like she’s ready to risk a watery grave for the roulette thrills of modern air travel.
