Okay, so on this Thursday I had the most traumatic cinematric experience ever. In my life. I'm totally serious. It was so bad that I'll have to warn all of you: do not even consider seeing this crap!
So, I got an invitation from a friend for a free screening of some Portuguese speaking movie (I didn't even know if it was Brazilian or Portuguese) that was organised by the LGBT branch of Amnesty International at the Central European University. "Sounds lovely" - I thought, some independent gay themed movie, such films I have seen so far have been pretty good with either being funny or thought-provoking, so why not. I even wanted to invite Lucy cause she lives next door, but that didn't happen at the end. Lucy, you can be thankful for that.
The title was
Do Começo ao Fim, meaning "From Beginning to End", and it turned out be a Portuguese movie about incest between half brothers. Yeah, you've read it right. The worst thing however was not this pretty wild theme, but the fact that it lacked everything that could have made it more than just a WTF experience. It was completely superficial and sentimental, lacked a regular plot, actors, sensible dialogues and drowned itself into slow-motion scenes about impossibly happy, rich, beautiful, fit, tanned, and completely fake people running around on Brazilian beaches in speedos or bikinis (annoying wannabe-artsy cheesy string music attached)... The whole thing was so dumb that I'm really having a hard time explaining it, there was no drama, no reality, no conflict, just plain dumbness that completely got sickening, especially at the scene where the two brothers started making out
on the day of their mother's funeral. What the hell, "Mummy's dead, but we're still so full of love, let's have sleazy gay sex?", I mean WHAT THE SERIOUSLY CONFUSED F**K?! The movie did nothing, just idealized this twisted relationship and wanted to convince you in these very cheap ways - hey, the whole family is accepting it, and come on look how hot they are, it surely can't be bad, we're even gonna include some nude scenes!
I might be wrong, but what they would have needed was a psychologyst because such things (like you fall in love with your own brother whom you've been growing up with) do not happen without some serious traumas.
But even if we accept this politically correct message that there was nothing wrong in their life and they lived happily ever after without any harm to anyone (yeah, right)... it still was the biggest waste of time in my life.
