It is difficult to approach Albert Serra's latest film without taking into account the somewhat immoderate, collective hysteria that accompanied its release by the world of movie critics and the very (very) closed circle of the respectable, true "cinephiles" who live in big cities.
It is indeed a monstrous work of art, definitely a perfect exemple of what French director François Truffaut used to call "films malades" ("sicked movies").
Too ambitious, too scattered, over-long to the verge of collapsing on…
