40 years ago I was profoundly moved by Carlos Saura’s Carmen, the best of his Flamenco trilogy. It had erotic fire, shook my soul, opened me up to the passion of Spanish dance. It stayed in my head all through the ‘80s, ‘90s, aughts and teens. It’s never left me. In ’02 I felt something similar from the finale of Pedro Almodovar’s Habla Con Ella (‘02), which ended with a sublime dance moment.