A long and unique movie, far from mainstream conventions, in the border between fiction and documentary, about a quite serious real event. The film has 27 minutes of opening scenes before its name is shown, with no letterings, understandable dialog or narration, and with gorgeous footage (alternating color and black & white), mostly about intimacy of native families. In the sequence, the civilization that destroys forests, with miners, cattle, roads, industry and cut trees, besides beaches and football (soccer), is shown in a less-than-10-minute videoclip style with samba song. Perfect contrast. The story shown is not easily understood as it is not explained: spectator sees a sequence of rich day-to-day footage, portraying people's reality but without guiding who watches it. The main character himlsef, Carapiru, is only clearly distinguished late. Even in the second half of the film, when Carapiru is rescued and is a guest of white people who cared about him, a harsh fact strikes: he is viewed as unskilled and unable, but that only happens because the need has been imposed to him, expelled from his home. When he goes back to live with indigenous people again, the movie also goes back to the same style of the beginning. In the amazing footage, perhaps two issues are particularly explored in a very deep and unusual way: children behavior inside the tribes and Indians' relation with animals. I'd love to have watched this wonderful fim in the big screen.
