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in her lap along with a stranger (Jonathan Rhys Myers) who can’t remember who he is, much less why he’s drawn to her. Running on instinct and a small bit of info from friends of her grandfather, she travels to a hidden compound where things begin to reveal, and unravel, themselves. She discovers her destiny and for some reason knows the stranger fits into it.
This was my most anticipated film of SXSW. Not only does it star a brilliant Brazilian musician, but the narrative has potential to ignite serious discussion (heated and otherwise) regarding the slippery slope of race-based political agendas.
Even before the pandemic hit the world like a freight train, front-line workers in supermarkets, gas stations, and fast food restaurants were under-appreciated and grossly underpaid. That doesn’t mean that they were undereducated or mindless automatons simply doing their job ad nauseam just to get a paycheck. Meaningful questions, desires and aspirations dwell within all temples of commerce and the Supermercado Veran in Sao Paolo, Brazil is no exception, which is where this story takes place.
