35mm, rewatched, re-rating. The time when i was the spectator that very much liked this film is the same of Lisbon's urban topographical archeology that is filmed: contextualized in its eastern zone, renovated in the 90's, a frank entrance into an universe that is very close to me but that in this particular case, now reveals my own archeology as a spectator.
What a relief to my soul and psyche to watch a Kramer film after seeing 4 crappy films in the last coupla days. It's like having a grass-fed steak and a glass of French wine after a week of nothing but baloney sandwiches. Kramer gave us such breadth and depth in his characters that they were studies of humanity itself. And his ability to elicit down-to-earth performances, even from an egomaniac like V. Gallo-amazing.
Recently saw several scenes from this as part of a video montage on Monteiro's work as an actor and I have to say it looks good. Best of all was seeing JCM share the screen with a young Vinnie Gallo; two generations of fearless film-provocateurs going head-to-head! Now that's an actor/director partnership that needed to happen. Alas...
The film is exceptional. Those who say Gallo can't act either haven't seen this or don't understand acting, or a little of both. His body language during a hugging scene speaks volumes. When this film came out in 1987 critics were still salivating over stuff like Blue Velvet. Kramer's life was a gift to the cinema. Yes, his life.