the secret agent (w&d kleber mendonça filho)

I had been told so much about this film, and harboured a longing to see it for so long. And there are few better cinemas in central London to watch it than the Garden Cinema, where our own Latino experience occurred last year. Kleber Mendonça Filho sets out to make an epic, a homage to Recife and to an era. The film opens with a brief montage of stills of musicians, and then moves into a superb opening scene as Wagner Moura’s character, Armando, fills up with petrol. The scene is perhaps ten minutes long and completely captures the sense of being in the middle of nowhere in deepest Brazil. Then Armando arrives in Recife and the film settles down into something else, a leisurely north eastern reflection on corruption, carnival and the cinema. The film is peppered with humour and the grotesque. It’s in the tradition of Babenco’s Lucio Flavio, without quite possessing the hard edge of the Argentine director’s movie. It feels like a movie about that time, told from the standpoint of a safer time, something the film’s 21st century framing device would appear to acknowledge.