Love, Blood, Pain [Magnum Borini, Brazil, 2020]

Love, Blood, Pain is visually arresting, but the film’s construction never allows any real story into its compiled imagery. The film goes through three acts that are meant to be connected but end up being disjointed. The female narrator opens the film with a monologue about her identity and dissatisfaction with the city of Sao Paulo, as a black and white montage of the city plays. Her melancholic tone gives a little emotion to the film, but her speech is abstract and fails to set up the story it wants to tell.