He's a romantic music student from an old, well off Hispanic family; she's a ballet dancer, the daughter of a vet, and black. They meet cute - coy smiles a-plenty- in her mum's surgery after the shell of his tortoise is cracked in an accident (a typical metaphor), but true love runs anything but smooth due to prejudice and snobbery. This racial take on Romeo and Juliet might mean something in Caracas (though are Venezuelan bigots really quite so forthright as here?), but it's unsubtle and predictable. The depiction of artistic sensitivity is particularly risible.