In the path between the house and the church, doubt has settled. Clinging to the faint memory of the faith that once was certain, a nun repeats barren and mechanical rituals, hoping for different outcomes. In her involuntary penitence, risking the profane, she seems to fear both the abyss of mourning and the luminous power of ecstasy.
On this day of celebration for Pope Francisco, the idea that the church is made up of ‘mechanical and sterile rituals’, repetitive and always waiting for something to change or for a miracle to happen, continues to be perpetuated. In a highly contrasted black and white, which lights up every shot, every moment, this first film by Pedro Baptista brings us a nun who, following her vocation and the movement expected of her, begins to have doubts. She begins to question herself, to look around, to become aware of her own repetitive movements. And so the profane interferes, darkness and light fight, and the outcome is uncertain. In a complex game with a choreography of a body, a church, a countryside landscape and a sound silence, a moment of cinema is fused. Oh God, and now, which way should I go? (Miguel Valverde)
