
Cananga is a short documentary that explores how my grandfather's backyard became a personification of his life as a man of the sea and a reflection of his persona. Guided by the ballads by him composed, we discover not only his musical ability, but also the deep emocional connections that link the family to history, music and life at sea.
The human experience is described through the eyes of a marginalized outsider, neither judgmental nor invested, just an observant donkey.
Ultra-violent storytelling has never been my thing, but the issues with Scarface go beyond that. The film perpetuates harmful stereotypes about Latinx immigrants and uses gore and misogyny for shock value that never serves any purpose. The whole venture is frustratingly empty, and left me desiring something more.
An attempt to capture nostalgia that unfortunately just doesn’t work
April, a professional dancer, reluctantly trains a group of girls at a dance school for the dance competition.