Where is our house Which is our real house The Lisbon one The Porto one The theatre one The film one How are we to embrace the whole world from our house I find myself looking for you: for the Luís Miguel Cintra I knew, the one from the past. And you look for another one who is different from you, different from the image the others make of you. You use to say I came up ...
Pedro Costa’s 2006 installation Little Boy Male, Little Girl Female is made up of additional footage from In Vanda’s Room and Colossal Youth. Interior and exterior spaces in Fountainhas are set side by side. Editing the images is left up to the viewer.
History is the fruit of power, but power it self is never so transparent that its analysis becomes superfluous. The ultimate mark of power may be its invisibility; the ultimate challenge, the exposition of its roots." Michel-Rolph Trouillot
Men and plants have always traveled together in a reciprocal relationship that - for better or for worse - has drastically transformed the ...
A small town on the border between Portugal and Spain. A place beyond space and time. Not much happens during the day. But at night old ghosts roam once again the ancient streets of the village. A completely different facet of the village rises from the shrouds of the past. Mystery once again takes its place in the life of the villagers allowing them to cast a glance to the oth...
From 7 to 25 April, 18 days of confinement during which a male blackbird takes care and guarantees the safety of its young, until they release the nest.
费尔南多·洛佩斯的第一部电影，带领观众探访阿连特茹平原埃武拉古城的风景、建筑与历史。
"A film about the city of évora which, symptomatically, overcomes its architectonic side to suggest the irruption of a city in the social and human space of the Alentejo plain. This is the essay in "cinematographic language", realized by Fernando Lopes, with experimentations in camera and editing (and in the image/sound relationship as...
High among the mountains, a man endures alone in a disappearing village. Wandering through the misty nature, roaming between the walls of his dark house, he bewails his condition as a man doomed to serve the surrounding he has rejected.
This is a manifest. We understand perfectly. This is the State we’ve become. However, we want civil rights to be respected, but we keep on expressing a seemingly unusual and distant kind of feeling toward the other, an endemic, purgative and distancing racism.
Ribeira Quente is a fishing village in S. Miguel Island in the Azores facing the last days of a fishing activity as they know it.
