Andreia wants to move out. Leid is waiting for her husband, who is in prison. They are neighbors in a poor suburban slum of Belo Horizonte, trying to escape the daily dangers of a drug traffic war happening on the outside and avoid the tragedy that comes with the rain.
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A searing documentary with subtle but successful narration. Andreia and Leia both have complicated backstories and aspirations for the future, but the periphery of the favelas keeps trying to suck them in. The heat, the supple bodies, the beige beehive bricks of the shanties and the salty humor make this an irresistible film with undeniable social importance. And what a complicated portrait of feminity!
Indie Lisboa # 24. It takes a particular desire to revivify realism without sense of cinema's history to attribute the relevance that film festivals, always so eager for the next big thing, have done to this film, including the recent Indie Lisboa. The sympathy for the filmed people does not disguise the total absence of a formal project, which accentuates the perilous margin with which the poor are filmed/exhibit.
Perhaps I have just seen too many of these doc types lately. Fails to cover any new ground or say anything not already said. I never felt any connection to the people. Superficial and unengaging. Relaxed indeed but hardly revealing.
Baronesa als Hoffnungsort, aber letztendlich doch wieder Favela. So schnell wird gesprochen, dass man kaum Zeit hat, neben den Untertiteln auch noch Bilder zu betrachten. Das ist schade, weil wohl beides in diesem Film zweifellos seinen Platz hat: Bild wie Sprache. Endlich wird auch die soziale und ökonomische Situation der Frau in den Favelas erzählt und das mit Offenheit aber auch großer Behutsamkeit.
não sei de onde vem aquela cena do ataque (ou do não-ataque, apenas meio dentro de plano, que nos apanha como às personagens - que somos também nós, por dois ou três segundos) mas aí reside a força maior do filme. o relaxamento que nos possa causar, no seu êxtase, é destruído, provando que a calma no caos, a existir, é efémera. as casas continuam sem porta e os coletes protegem apenas meio corpo.