The Age of the Earth

# 953

Guy in suit in the beginning that keeps smiling/nodding his head to the beat was the best thing in this movie. Most of it flew right by me, as it felt like (as someone here puts it) a mess. I like good messes not bad ones. Brahms is a tool

A mess? Probably. That's kind of the point. It is also hysterical, ridiculous, delightfully bonkers, full of performances that burst off the screen, surreal, confounding, tearing at the seams for all its unbridled energy, anarchic, full of beautiful images, such colour and such wonderful rhythms, vitality and life. It is enthralling, tedious, captivating, infuriating, exhausting, invigorating. Rather good, overall.

Aqui Glauber leva o experimentalismo às últimas consequências e o resultado é maravilhoso como sempre. Box Versátil Coleção Glauber Rocha.

Angry, lyrical, an essay of words but also of feelings, a post-colonial, world-ending -- but also world-building -- scream towards Brazil's deadly, perennial, feverish lack of memory -- as Glauber says, it is as it is because maybe our memory was fabricated by the European white who came here; and what about our history before that? --, our obsession with state violence and retribution, our longing for a future that seems always so distant -- yet so accessible, because, hey, look at this land.

Often pretty. You can't accuse it of being uneventful, but it almost runs into the other issue, where there's just pure chaos and a super frenetic energy that are often more confusing than satisfying. It reminded me a bit of things like Godard's Week-end and Fellini's Satyricon when it comes to just purely insane feeling productions. It very well might make more sense to a Brazilian, but I was pretty baffled.