Diamantino

What a batshit crazy film. Starts excruciatingly slow, but once it gathers steam it becomes a paragon of pop art postmodernism rooted heavily in DFW and, perhaps unintentionally, Victor Pelevin. The telenovela cinematography is a little grating, but its ironic stabs under the tissue-thin disguise of Austin Powers pulpy garbage makes its heavy-handed political synbolism weirdly palatable. Like a better, more complete version of Sorry to Bother You. A very bizarre but entertaining film.

Abrantes and Schmidt might be the only filmmakers I can think of who are either smart enough or dumb enough that I'd give them the green-light on an adaptation of Infinite Jest. Waffles and Bongo Juice for all!

Truly a unique vision, deftly blending seriousness and silliness.

A brilliant satire that hilariously but at the same time sincerely critiques everything from transphobia to stardom to war to jingoism. And does so with such energy and verve that the viewer is helpless to resist. A proper satire. A film that might just restore people's faith in the possible good of humanity. Rating may increase on additional viewings.

lol. felt a bit too engineered for cult status maybe, but it was beautifully shot and the lead actor was good. and cleo tavares is beautiful whew

Idk why he fell to his knees after missing the penalty. He could’ve gotten the rebound and scored

cr7 is an inhuman, megalomaniacal competitor and alleged rapist whose vanity compels him to flaunt his herculean physique at every opportunity despite him increasingly resembling a waxwork half-melted from too long in the tanning bed, so there's lotsa comic mileage in his reimagining as a big baby who sees giant puppies when he's playing well and has prints of his own face on his bedding and listens to fucking donna lewis in his car. also i can't stop loling at this: https://bit.ly/3aQfoYy

Hilarious nonsense which takes several jabs at rightwing politics and celebrities that want to mine the left for positive press coverage. While other movies would ruin both parts, Diamantino does both things perfectly and scores big time.

Portugal tries to terminate its everlasting oblivion syndrome by cloning its Cristiano Ronaldo-esque football star and engaging him in a massive publicity campaign to make the gajos great again. Smart, silly and often hilarious satire on social media frenzy, celebrity emptiness and neofascist uprising, with ravishing colors and the dumbest hero ever. Too bad it just takes forever to get to the point.

Diamantino hits just the right balance between silly nonsense and timely satire. Carloto Cotta is perfectly cast in the role of a major football star who is also somehow the purest soul on the planet.

Can there be satire in the times of Trump? Is camp a concept or a taste? And other things that, if we're honest, don't matter. Sometimes D. has the same problems all ArthouseWrestleManias (AMM™) have. They are bulletproof. Which sedates the audience (at least me). And we all wake up to the credits, congratulating each other on being in on the jokes. And most of them are funny. But still, can satire be discussed, can it create knowledge, when it doesn't allow itself to be anything of consequenc