

The first time I saw Jóia Maldita it was a 16 mm print smuggled inside a hollowed-out hymnbook, the sprockets still smelling of church incense and mildew. I projected it on the cracked wall of a condemned ballroom, the velvet drapes breathing in and out like sleeping lungs. What unspooled wasn’t a film; it was a slow-...

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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

Luiz de Barros

Luiz de Barros
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" The first time I saw Jóia Maldita it was a 16 mm print smuggled inside a hollowed-out hymnbook, the sprockets still smelling of church incense and mildew. I projected it on the cracked wall of a condemned ballroom, the velvet drapes breathing in and out like sleeping lungs. What unspooled wasn’t a film; it was a slow-acting venom that rewrote the biology of light. Antonio Tibiriçá’s only directorial outing stages a colonial curse as a Möbius strip: every character is both ancestor and heir, pre..."
Pedro Lima
Antonio Tibiriçá
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