Sexy, sordid and sleazy, Tropical Animal brings to mind the likes of Miller and Bukowski but is unmistakably, and inimitably, it's own thing. Pursued by Gloria, a proud and sophisticated prostitute on a mission to curb his predatory instincts, Pedro Juan is holed-up in his crumbling Havana apartment, painting. An invitation to Sweden, seems to offer him a way out. However he soon finds himself haunted by memories of Gloria and their wild sex together, and increasingly uninspired by his new environment. Does Pedro Juan, legendary sexual conquistador finally have to admit that the game is over? Or do his hedonistic instincts have juice enough to keep him active yet?