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Villa-Lobos em Paris 

The only musician to perform at the Modern Art Week of 1922, composer Villa-Lobos was the object of the biggest boos at that event. After that, he decided to spend some time in Paris, where he met characters like Jean Cocteau, Andres Segovia, Arthur Rubinstein, among others. It is from there that Villa-Lobos confronts his identity, starting to seek new directions for his work in his roots. This movie travels through the places where the musician went in the French capital, investigating the causes and effects of these encounters and the city in his work.
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The only musician to perform at the Modern Art Week of 1922, composer Villa-Lobos was the object of the biggest boos at that event. After that, he decided to spend some time in Paris, where he met characters like Jean Cocteau, Andres Segovia, Arthur Rubinstein, among others. It is from there that Villa-Lobos confronts his identity, starting to seek new directions for his work in his roots. This movie travels through the places where the musician went in the French capital, investigating the causes and effects of these encounters and the city in his work.

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Genre:Music, Documentary
Directed By:Marcelo Machado
Written By:Marcelo Machado, Alexandre Guerra
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Runtime:60 minutes
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