Nový život

Um relato pessoal, profundamente retrospetivo e, o mais importante, honesto de um filho sobre a sua família e o seu esqueleto no armário. Agradável, por vezes imaginativamente elaborado (música e edição), engraçado, mas ainda um pouco longo por não responder às perguntas mais importantes (diálogo insuficiente com o pai que abandonou a família, mas que pode não ser tanto culpa do diretor como a incapacidade e falta de vontade do pai para comunicar e auto-refletir criticamente). (28/10/2012)

A boring, uninspired and sad boy makes a documentary about banal, boring and doleful people who are interesting only when they get lice; otherwise they spew out vulgarities, of which I was ashamed. Impotence hidden behind the lyricism of the family album, a show of uselessness, whose intimate dimension / informative value escapes me. I'm probably no better or more interesting than the actors, but it never occurred to me to pick up a camera and push it onto others as a testimony without a testimony... probably because I'm not from an arty enough family to be convinced of my own uniqueness. Sorry, this family etude should not succeed even as a year's work. (17/09/2013)

A monstrosity of excruciatingly drab persons still plagued with the classic sleepy film school cafe utterances in the vein of "I don't know... hard to say... I think I've finally found myself... it's hard to explain". I would have appreciated at least one exploding helicopter, anything but this monstrous ode to mundanity that spends three and three-quarter hours solving the same problem that 70% of the population has ever solved. It was incredibly reminiscent of long train journeys, where a hapless lonely person sits down in a compartment and the whole time he's droning on about how everything used to be better and now it's kind of fucked up... oh yeah now I see it was 77 minutes long. Unbelievable. (25/12/2013)