O Quarto do Filho

a film like a parable. fresh, honest. and cruel. because it is only reflection of ordinary reality. nothing else. a ladder of regrets, angry and lost of axis. a tragedy but in a special form. because its heart is fragility. with many nuances and games of nuances. with words as circle of deep silence and fear as wall for self protection. it is beautiful because it is wise image of a piece from society. with many definitions, all fragile, with many crumbs of joy, hope and sadness. and with bones of grief. like a confession. like mask for survive. like smoke bridge.so, nothing new. only slices of search for sense. and the silhouette of escape territory.