Diamantino, the world’s premiere soccer star loses his special touch and ends his career in disgrace. Searching for a new purpose, the international icon sets on a delirious odyssey where he confronts neo-fascism, the refugee crisis, genetic modification, and the hunt for the source of genius.
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The plot sounds like next-generation Almodóvar or latter-day John Waters, but because Diamantino is so gentle and nice in its intersectionality, it ends up somewhat hapless, with a downbeat, wistful ending.
The tone of affectionate wiseassery that marks the film may be a take-it-or-leave-it proposition, though how any skeptic can hold out past the moment where Diamantino blows a kiss, then proceeds to ‘juggle’ it on his body is quite beyond me.
[UCI EL Corte] (Did Abrantes get in touch with Cristiano Ronaldo?Just wondering here...) 'Tive uma epifania. fania? mas qual fania?' Harmony Korine meets João César Monteiro with dashes of Miguel Gomes. We're lucky we have this guy in Portugal atm. 'Quero um 'fugiadinho pode ser do Canadá'>LOL. Cleo Tavares is shining bright and Anabela+Margarida Moreira as the ficticious Aveiro's sisters were hysterical. <3
Cinema. Here is the trick: do not deny an experience made under the idea of an audiovisual modernity. If we join it, we are contemporaries, with the consequent hype as a reward, if not, poor us! A false publicity of a political instrumentation, which appears somewhere in the film, is indistinguishable from everything else.Why? Because its language is a mindlessly one. Carloto Cotta is its major victim.
Its bar was so high because this movie is that fanatically eccentric GABRIEL ABRANTES’ film. But, although full of untame imagination and insane critique, “Diamantino” is a tragically tame, totally uninsane mess, distorted by bovine editing, verbose narration and drastic lack of rambanctious passion. Does it means Abrantes is a short-distance runner, not long-distance runner? Oh so sad. Unbelievable ordinariness.
The plot reads like a William Burroughs cut-up and plays out like a mash-up of surrealist pop-culture ideas. The end result might not feel totally fulfilling, but it is refreshing to witness a sort of free-form unfolding of random thoughts in a dreamlike state.
The premise is straight out of a cheesy lifetime movie: a retired soccer player adopts a refugee and grows up, but it's so much weirder and queerer than that at every turn. Visually sumptuous, shot on film gives it a glow and helps make the iffy CG look like a deliberate choice. Diamantino is an achingly sweet and earnest character so he's easy to love, lost amongst the scheming political evils of our day.
Fora-da-caixa, fora-da-divisão, fora-da-casa, fora-da-rua, fora-do-país... Divertido e destemido, "Diamantino" faz um malabarismo imprevisto entre a sátira, o romance, o thriller, a ficção científica, e outros sub-géneros cinematográficos aos quais pisca o olho sem se comprometer com nenhum deles. Um absoluto 'alien' no contexto do cinema português. Para quando um spin-off com as gémeas Natasha e Sónia Matamouros?!
Pretty much an unassailable rule of thumb: if you have a whole lot of imagination and are on a budget, you had better have serious ingenuity. DIAMANTINO is about as big a canvas as they come when meager resources are involved. I don't suspect home viewing will give spectators anything quite like the experience I had seeing this hilarious and gorgeous DIY epic on a big, big screen w/ fully immersive sound. A delight.