A bird brings a message in morse code. A man surprisingly dies. A woman deals with the death of her husband. Nothing is as simple as it might seem.
A funeral in the rain, an undisturbed widow among men, the taste of rain on the tongue, a woodpecker pecking at the coffin, and a picture of bizarre things is immediately drawn to enter a universe that unfolds in a beautiful progression. A restaurant bar will welcome the widow who will drown her pain in alcohol, a song, a piano and a sudden crisis of nerves will break into a catharsis. There is a place to collect memories (perhaps) that circulate on a gramophone that becomes the stage for a sofa shared by two. There’s a place to remake death, watch an undead fish sing, see more woodpeckers, and a fire… losing the thread of logic is the best invitation to enter this dreamy-nightmare film. (Carlota Gonçalves)
