Rio 2096 – a film review

When you think of Brazil, animation may not be the first thing that comes to mind, but the scantily clad protagonists were so hot and amorous I was hooked from the outset.

600 years of history is woven together in a visually striking graphic novel style, complete with stunning scenery, a passionate love story, brutal violence and a colourful history.

Uma História de Amor e Fúria sounds beautiful, and you clever wee thing guessed it – it’s a history of love and fury…

Rio 2096 – a story of love and fury is told through the eyes of a native underdog – Cau an immortal warrior from the Tupinambá tribe. The tale spans across periods of time – through Rio’s colonisation, slavery, military regime and a dystopian future. The past is a grim place but Director Luiz Bolognesi continually reminds us “to live without knowing the past is to live in the dark”

I’m not usually huge on animations, or violent action films, but I was entirely engrossed. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but the tale of two souls so destined to be together that even time doesn’t constrain them appeals to the hopeless romantic inside. The love, the culture and the history it was all quite mystical. 90 Minutes speed by.

I think this quote sums it up well:

“The sheer power of its images and its denial to depict heroes, but only losers that fight for a cause, is reason enough to watch this shamelessly militant, and beautifully constructed political feature”

I watched this during the Reel Brazil Film Festival in Auckland last week. Rio is one of my favourite places in the world, so anything related I usually rate. Other people seem to have agreed, it took out quite a few awards…

  • Crytsal Award, 2013 Annecy Film Festival
  • Best Feature Film, 2013, Annecy International Animated Film Festival
  • Audience Award, 2013, Strasbourg European Fantastic Film Festival
  • Best Film, 2013, 4th Braqeq Brazil Film Festival


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Finally! Rush. A car racing movie worth seeing…

Don’t go to men who are willing to kill themselves driving in circles looking for normality

I’ve always rather passionately hated car racing movies, so I’m baffled to say I fell for Ron Howard’s Rush. And it wasn’t just because Chris Hemsworth is the biggest babe I’ve seen on screen for some time.

Okay, it’s partially because I was drooling at this beautiful blonde dreamboat who epitomised masculinity — but there was so much more to the movie than just eye candy.

And no I’m not talking about my gourmet ice cream cone either.

What I really loved about the movie was the passion depicted.

These men had so much passion for that they did. Their passion for racing wasn’t logical, it wasn’t the safe bet, it wasn’t what society wanted (they were both disowned from their affluent families for racing) but they loved what they did and racing made them feel alive. ALIVE.

And the passion was real — the movie is in fact based on a true story. It’s set in the late 70s, admist the Formula 1 World Grand Prix. It was a golden age.

And these men just happened to be wearing oh so manly racing uniforms and driving vintage race cars fast — real fast.

The whole thing was rather sexy really. The rivalry between the two men was electric. Their passion was moving. Emotions were raw. All in all, I was inspired.