Near the film conclusion, one of the characters played by Paulo César Pereio mentions something people not understanding anything about the story presented and that it
perhaps it was such intent and even resort to questioning if God can forgive those He don't understand. Pretentious babbling, obvious, but the film in its limited 16 minutes
is a festival of confusion, chaos and no point to be given.
I'd really like to explain what's this is all about but I can't. There are several characters, at times played by the same actor and it all comes down to a TV host (Antônio Abujamra) presenting the story of a traumatized girl (Mel Lisboa) who falls in love with an artist/anarchist (Luciano Gatti) who questions life and modernity, and there's the double Pereio character as a taxi driver who challenges the young man and he also plays the girl's father. And in between the chaotic sequences, there's some animation sequences with those same characters. We see that the girl wants to be famous but why on earth when the taxi stops and the artist presents himself to the driver, why she didn't get out to follow him and the artistic work he was shooting? Everything's dumb about this movie.
Not a single interesting speech was done, nothing makes sense yet somehow I kept going all the way to the end just to see if something would pay-off or connect the dots after the insane random moments from cry-babies like the girl, or just shouting close-up shots from the young man, or Pereio trying to kill everybody as Abujamra's host smile through the whole tragic ordeal faced by the girl ("Ever since she was little she couldn't drink Coca-Cola, neither watch TV or wear shoes" and it goes on and on). But where's the love? Where's the bond with those characters? Why is that everything is so negative and worthless? And nothing was answered, nothing was enlightning enough to either entertain audiences or to make them learn something. A truly waste of celluloid. The symbolic rating I'm giving goes to Abujamra's performance, he's always excellent and captivating in everything he does. That's it, no more. 3/10.
I'd really like to explain what's this is all about but I can't. There are several characters, at times played by the same actor and it all comes down to a TV host (Antônio Abujamra) presenting the story of a traumatized girl (Mel Lisboa) who falls in love with an artist/anarchist (Luciano Gatti) who questions life and modernity, and there's the double Pereio character as a taxi driver who challenges the young man and he also plays the girl's father. And in between the chaotic sequences, there's some animation sequences with those same characters. We see that the girl wants to be famous but why on earth when the taxi stops and the artist presents himself to the driver, why she didn't get out to follow him and the artistic work he was shooting? Everything's dumb about this movie.
Not a single interesting speech was done, nothing makes sense yet somehow I kept going all the way to the end just to see if something would pay-off or connect the dots after the insane random moments from cry-babies like the girl, or just shouting close-up shots from the young man, or Pereio trying to kill everybody as Abujamra's host smile through the whole tragic ordeal faced by the girl ("Ever since she was little she couldn't drink Coca-Cola, neither watch TV or wear shoes" and it goes on and on). But where's the love? Where's the bond with those characters? Why is that everything is so negative and worthless? And nothing was answered, nothing was enlightning enough to either entertain audiences or to make them learn something. A truly waste of celluloid. The symbolic rating I'm giving goes to Abujamra's performance, he's always excellent and captivating in everything he does. That's it, no more. 3/10.
