L'année où mes parents sont partis en vacances

O ano em que meus pais sairam de férias is Cão Hamburger's rather spectacular debút into the area of feature-length films for adult audiences.

Set mostly in the São Paulo neighborhood of Bom Retiro during the 1970 World Cup (and also, not coincidentally, during the "Iron Years" of the last Brazilian military dictatorship), the film tells the story of Mauro (Michel Joelsas), a boy from the state of Minas Gerais who is dropped off in front of the São Paulo apartment of his Jewish grandfather when his parents are forced to hide from the political police. When Mauro arrives, he finds that his grandfather has recently passed away and Mauro is left virtually alone as he waits out his parents' "vacation". In the process, the boy forms an alternative family consisting of the orthodox Jewish immigrant community of his grandfather, a group of neighborhood children including Hanna (spectacularly played by Daniela Piepszyk) and the attractive anarchist Ítalo (Caio Blat). Bom Retiro also discovers Mauro: this son of political activists is Jewish only in heritage and is much more interested in football than anything else.

Indeed, in Hamburger's world, football is the one uniting aspect of Brazilian society. From the apolitical orthodox rabbis to the black goalie on the Jewish football team to the Italians to the anti-dictatorship guerrillas, the one thing that unites everyone is the game. In a São Paulo that is usually defined by its immigrants and work ethic, everything stops for World Cup games and neighborhood matches. In this way, the film is not so much the story of youth in the dictatorship (as is the case with the Chilean Machuca and the Argentine Kamchatka) but rather a story set in that time and a circumstance created by the dictatorship. Instead, it is Hamburger's attempt to describe Brazilian society through the lens of what is, on the surface, the most unusual of Brazilian settings: one of the Jewish neighborhoods of São Paulo. In this world, people of many races, ethnicities and religions mix, united by football even as they are divided by culture. Another factor that unites them is that nearly all of the characters are not particularly tied to politics or concerned with the dictatorship. Indeed, like most people across classes, these characters are much more concerned with providing for their families and even improving their situations. Fighting the political situation becomes a sort of fringe activity that is the "luxury" of youths like Ítalo and ultimately the folly of "responsible adults" like Mauro's parents. It is not that Hamburger advocates this stance but rather that he sees the historical truth that few actively fought against the dictatorship while the great majority silently tried to ignore it—until it invaded their own lives. As such, the film is a quiet tragedy.

Visually, the film is quite lovely thanks to the cinematography of Adriano Goldman. Shot mostly with small hand-held cameras in close quarters, the film has an intimacy and silence that is intense without being cheesy. Lit in tones of blues and greens and seamlessly edited by Daniel Rezende (Motorcycle Diaries, City of God), it is almost surprisingly well-made for such a "small" film. Finally, it is worth noting that Hamburger did an excellent job casting and working with the youthful and largely inexperienced actors.

The premise appears simple, but that's only on surface. Suddenly, the country is divided between the euphoria of the 1970 World Cup (in which Brazil was champion for the third time) and the anguish of the dictatorship. That could be good material for biting social critique, but the movie takes a radically different path. It follows the life of a kid, whose parents are leaving for "vacations". He's left at his grandfather's apartment, only to find out that he died hours before his arrival. Finding himself in the unnatural environment of a Jewish community, having no news about his parents and having to live with a grumpy old man, he finds comfort in football and everything that deals with it.

Fans of the hyperactivity and non-linearity of City Of God will have to expect a completely different style here. While there are flashes of comedy and quirkiness, the movie is very focused and delicately paced. There isn't a lot that can be told here, really, and I won't go on spoiling the story. Check it out for yourself, if only to witness the clashing contrast between two opposite realities in a way no history book could deliver.

"O Ano em Que Meus Pais Saíram de Férias" is the most important Brazilian export of 2007, and as many said, a strong contender for the Academy Awards. The movie was beautiful: the cinematography, the music, the actors. The scenery was perfectly created and it looked perfectly like São Paulo and Brazil in the 1970's. With all that, the movie still failed to excite me or create any major emotion. The movie was very flat, and ran without a climax. Plus I wasn't very familiar with the 70's history, and the fact that the movie doesn't go deeper into the issues of the time got me a bit confused. I recommend a little researching prior to watching the movie. Overall, the movie was OK, but the characterization should have been developed further and some kind of bigger conflict should have brought excitement to the movie.

Coming of age tales seem to be old fashioned, perhaps because we've already got so many of these stories that they all seem the same. "Amarcord" (perhaps the least conventional coming of age film ever made - but what would you expect from Federico Fellini's reminiscences?), "Pelle, the Conqueror", "My Life as a Dog", "Summer of '42" and "Radio Days", just to name a few, are unforgettable films. Naturally, these stories tend to repeat old clichés, but every now and then we get a fresh and sincere coming of age film, even if it's not innovative or particularly original. "O Ano em que Meus Pais Saíram de Férias" aka "The Year My Parents Went on Vacation" is one of those. It's not in the same level as the gems I mentioned, but it's delicate and touching.

Brazil, 1970: military dictatorship haunts the nation, and 12 year-old Mauro (Michel Joelsas) is sent to live in São Paulo with his grandfather (Paulo Autran), when his parents go "on vacation". While he waits for his parents to come back, Mauro roots for Brazil to win the FIFA World Cup for the third time. The movie resembles two good recent flicks, "Kamchatka" (Argentina, 2002) and "The Miracle of Bern" (Germany, 2003), in the way it has dictatorship and soccer at the core of their stories. Without being a masterpiece, "O Ano em que Meus Pais Saíram de Férias" is a nostalgic piece about an important time in Brazilian history. Besides, it was Paulo Autran's (one of, if not THE, greatest Brazilian actors of all time) last movie - an extra reason to check it. 8/10.

Seldom does a film capture the essence of a period without sacrificing its soul. Hollywood works wonders with its budgets to recreate a long gone era, but most of those production offer empty shells, without much to care for. True, at their best, they carry a single emotion forward, and when its loud most of notice, but we leave without much emotional investment. This film stays inside your heart because it reaches deep with its message, with the purity of its storytelling, and most importantly with the powerful and yet quiet delivery of the its main performers.

Here there are no breathtaking special effects, but we keep catching our breath, as we follow the tale of a boy who must soon realize his life will never be the same. Pivotal events occur right before he must enter the traumatic stage of adolescence. There is still much wonder in his spirit, and his innocence is still pretty much in effect, as he captures the hearts and sympathy of people who barely know him. He is not a precocious youngster, only one who suddenly faces a crisis that he is not able to truly understand.

Eventually, as the film reaches its climax, his use of language demonstrates he has grown up. His silences represent a new understanding. Yet as he leaves us, we know he will always recall this special time in his life with much affection and wonder, and those qualities are so vivid throughout the movie that it is hard to dismiss this film as just another children's movie. It is heavily dependent on the very good work of two young performers, but it is ahaded with political references, with nostalgic touches of long gone eras, so we are enveloped by those powerful emotions, and yet, we know that what we are witnessing is part of our fabric and they will eventually recycle to create more stories like these. It is a very personal movie, one that should be commended by its ability to provide us with an exquisite sense of detail, with careful appreciation of the cultural forces that make a community, and the common bounds that we have in our different communities.

This just happens to be Brazil, a world that is always vibrant and admired by its contributions to world culture, a country long associated with soccer, that is now showing another facet of its multicultural fabric: a Jewish community. However, this is just another sweet element in the mix, one that serves as the background of a world that is ever changing, a world pulled apart by forces, and yet with an ability to heal and grow.

Mauro is not an observant, but he is a witness to turmoil that he doesn't understand. He is consistent and determined, never giving up on the hope he will see his parents again. There is no heartbreak, but we see how he at times needs to release his frustration and pain. There are no emotional fireworks, but great displays of how strong a common event can cross borders and ethnic differences, and for a while unite us all. Mauro shows us how a child thinks and behaves, how he is forced to understand and grow, even when he is not really ready, yet.

The movie is delicate, never loud, never too obvious in its delivery. The direction is subtle and masterful, never yelling at us, and never showing us demonic portrayals to show us the evil that exists in our world. Here is a director that can makes us appreciate the sense of loss, the beauty of transformation and growth, the agony of hopelessness, and a myriad of feelings that few movies in Hollywood can ever do.

Only one question remains: Why was this film ignored and not included in the Foreign film category? It is released early in this year, on its way to be a forgotten jewel in the world of cinema, with no chance at recognition much later because inexplicable oversight and bias is now delivering a message that unless not so subtle advertising and careful placement in the last three months of the year, a film is not worth the recognition it would otherwise deserve. It is time that the agency that so call recognizes quality in the art of cinema revamps a system that is now going stale and is truly disappointing those of us who really love good movies whenever they arrive and whatever genre and origin they might be. This film is indeed a sweet vacation from a very crowded and loud world.