Another pile of ramblings on whatever (on the state of northeast culture or something to that effect) and again followed by a group of talented
artists appearing on several theatrical performances as the awfully grainy images take over everything. Mr. Britto has a handful of those short projects
and I hate to say that I didn't like the majority of them, he's not going on a good stream with me ("Olho Neles" is still the best by a long mile).
What I'm getting it's a mixture of artful dialogues that create a nice initial thought than loses itself like dust in the wind, it's all empty and it's hard to imagine in what way those films were shot, if a cheap celluloid is being used because it looks ugly to see everything, to distinguish images, places and people but the audio works just fine. I don't know why I keep watching those. Maybe deep down there'll be a fine relevance rather than the usual pretentiousness of it all, I don't know why I'm that hopeful. There wasn't not even a single frame worthy of discussion on this one. OK, maybe the initial song performance, it's quite alright. 3/10.
What I'm getting it's a mixture of artful dialogues that create a nice initial thought than loses itself like dust in the wind, it's all empty and it's hard to imagine in what way those films were shot, if a cheap celluloid is being used because it looks ugly to see everything, to distinguish images, places and people but the audio works just fine. I don't know why I keep watching those. Maybe deep down there'll be a fine relevance rather than the usual pretentiousness of it all, I don't know why I'm that hopeful. There wasn't not even a single frame worthy of discussion on this one. OK, maybe the initial song performance, it's quite alright. 3/10.