Narrative cinema as vehicle (for) paranoia.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Originally published at fabioandrade.me
For the sake of the song
The title of Araby (Arábia) – an enigmatic choice for a film set in Minas Gerais, Brazil – appears twice during its 96 minutes. The first time is as a conventional title card, except that it is introduced over 20 minutes into the film, separated from the opening credits. It’s a revealing choice not only because it is unusual, although the film’s movement could be summarized in this displacement: to…