Sandro Aguilar

Sandro Aguilar's haunting, formally ambitious debut immerses the viewer in a series of uncannily potent scenes, and signals the arrival of a striking new talent. (BFI)

Everything threatens to crack and yet this devouring march happened long ago in the past. There is no moaning in the room next door, the wind has stopped blowing on the stairs, the air particles throw themselves against each other, but it's only void against void. (Mubi.com)

In the beginning was the end: a funeral, a crashed car. Gradually we see signs of extreme violence, which reveals an absence. Rumors are heard, nightmares of a child. An atmosphere of apathetic despair gradually forms. We enter a kind of 'zone', a place out of the world, a non-place, a limbo close to post-apocalyptic. (Curtas Vila do Conde)