"My name is Manuel de Los Santos Perstor Agujetas de Jerez, I am a Flamenco singer. I was born free and I remain free." No one dreams of contradicting him: proud and fierce, Agujetas, one of the last representatives of the Jerez and Cante Jondo school in its oldest form, is "like whisky the first time," as one of the aficionados describes him, "bitter, without anything pleasant, but with time you learn to appreciate him."
This gypsy who doesn't know how to read or write started to sing at the age of eight in the bars of Jerez, in Andalusia, in this incandescent land fighting bulls and Flamenco. His singing flows from him, wild and primitive. His friends find it hard to find the words to describe him, "Agujetas' singing wounds you, makes you bleed, cuts you like a knife, overwhelms you… It puts you in an altered state, it drives you mad…."
Dominique Abel's film shows us the place where the singer lives near Jerez, in the house he built with his own hands and in his forge where he continues to work with the anvil like Vulcan, the god of fire.