In my memory, Brazil is a film with few images and long stretches of darkness. While the screen remains black, my fears and longings are projected onto it, combining the images and attempting to give them meaning. Brazil has wormed its way into my imagination in a form the country has never assumed in real life.
In my memory, Brazil is a film with few images and long stretches of darkness. While the screen remains black, my fears and longings are projected onto it, combining the images and attempting to give them meaning. Brazil has wormed its way into my imagination in a form the country has never assumed in real life.
DirectorAntoinette Zwirchmayr
