Cuidado, Madame

the revolution will be improvised. workers slashing the elites and hanging out in copacabana after their acts of liberation. gotta love how the film itself carries such a feverish sense of urgency and impetuosity against any 'traditional' narrative conventions -- ignez gets slayed and slays, we never know why the maids are killing their mistresses except for gladys saying she was fed up (that is enough for me, mind you), lots of random walking and talking until they decide to murder again. more importantly: it's just so fucking cool.