Eveything Solid Disintegrates into Thin Air José Luiz Villamarim's first feature is a thriller about remorse and frustrations
By Renato Guimarães (Talent Press Rio)
A train crosses the city. “It’s already the second
time,” says the woman who is watching a group of barefoot children play soccer
in the cobblestone street outside her window. In the distance, a boatman
crosses the river. The frenetic movement of the looms does not stop. This little
city in the heart of Minas Gerais is the anchor of Redemoinho, José Luiz Villamarim’s first full-length film. The
plot begins when two friends, meeting again after many years, enter into a deep
conversation full of memories, heartache and things not said.
Through the use of beautifully framed
shots in which the characters are framed and essentially imprisoned, Villamarim and director of photography Walter
Carvalho create a sense of tension and mystery that is present throughout the
film. The camera allows us to spy on these lives through a door left ajar and between
the grates on a window, and Redemoinho
takes on the quality of a thriller about remorse and frustrations, and how certainty can disintegrate
into thin air.
The precise pace and art direction that makes us
feel the weight of the daily lives portrayed draw our attention away from the
predictability of the script, the lack of depth of character development, and
the feeling that we’ve already seen this story. The fragility of the content
is, however, masked by the beauty of the form.
As the film reaches the pinnacle, and moves toward the conclusion, we realize that the film is simply a grand exercise in creating atmosphere. At one point, not even the good cast (Irandhir Santos, Julio Andrade, Dira Paes and Cássia Kis Magro) are able to manage the plot and go beyond the stereotyping of their characters.
When, in one of the last scenes, Irandhir’s character says that, “that’s life,” we find ourselves in the space between poetry and the void. Redemoinho is something like this: it has strength and beauty but doesn’t fulfil the promise of its narrative.
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