Young Brazilian director Bernardo Zanotta appears to have made a queer farce, with the right amount of pace and joy, a film that owes much to the sheer delight in manufacturing cinematic images: frame, colours, motifs, bodies. A comical incipit evocative of 1980s erotic films sets the tone, with its abysmally poor dialogue, a plot that solely hinges on a car ride involving, in ...