A depressing and well done film, very introspective, immersive, and psychological. Marcelia Cartaxo's work is quite impressive and she did deserve all the acknowledgement and prizes. Great José Dumont, Fernanda Montenegro as the fortuneteller, and Tamara Taxman also go very well in their supporting roles. Deceased in this very year 2020, Suzana Amaral might have directed more movies! Spectator does feel discomfort for the depreciated existance of the character Macabea. Therefore, the movie is very good and it is a skilful adaptation of a hard novel to transport to the screen. The single problem to be highlighted is not producers' fault, as it derives from the source: there is a disturbing prejudice by writer Clarice Lispector herself towards poor people who migrates from Northeast to São Paulo. It appears sharply in both narrow-minded ignorant macho sexism by Dumont's character Olímpico and, mainly, in Macabea's foolness and absolute lack of fitness, attractiveness, aspirations and even hygiene. It is not only an existentialist movie, but also a film about Brazilian culture, and that from the lens of a talented but also elitist novelist.
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