Completely unclassifiable, this second feature film of António Reis and Margarida Cordeiro; how wonderful this journey into the world calmly pierced by our perceptions, between the accuracy of dreaming and the inaccuracy of waking, all through the vertigo of the present. Perhaps there are not enough films left that make you want to whisper, in delight, “Where am I?” Less out of fear of being lost or astray, than to recover the emotion of the sleeper who, when waking up, does not know where he’s coming from, in which refuge he has just rested, and which world he’s waking up to.

The directorial debut of António Reis was something of a bolt from the blue. While it was certainly not the first instance of a great first work in Portuguese cinema – a cinema whose most interesting directors have, ultimately, been those who showed themselves as such in their earliest works – Jaime was nonetheless an arresting spectacle, due to its own beauty as a work as well as the striking impression that it conveyed. Reis’s first work impressed itself upon our cinematic landscape as a unique showing of raw materiality and instinctive force. It turned heads for its extreme modernity as well as its extreme originality; it instigated an unheard-of formal permissiveness and an approach to expression that was at once ascetic and rigorously precise.