Jodidos Extraterrestres

The scouts

A UFO lands in recession-era Spain and nobody cares—because they're too busy being unemployed to panic. It's the kind of absurdist inversion that makes you laugh and then feel genuinely unsettled, which is exactly what satire should do when it stops asking permission.

Raigal situates this within a lineage of Spanish social realism and sci-fi provocation, using the alien arrival as formal constraint rather than spectacle; the discipline lies in maintaining deadpan restraint while the premise does all the ideological heavy lifting.

The entire film pivots on a single tonal choice—treating extraterrestrial contact as background noise to economic collapse—and that decision does the work of a dozen exposition scenes, turning a 12-minute budget into something that lands like a feature-length argument.