Meanwhile, the newspapers are full of headlines about a blind boy able to walk on the edge of bridges. After a series of repetitive scenes, the truth comes out: The old drunk was there at the lake, the blind boy touched the murderer and memorized his face, and the girls (in a joyful nude flashback) were killed by members of the rich and idle class.
Directing his first film in almost 10 years, Joao Batista de Andrade displays the delicacy of a sledgehammer in putting over his would-be revolutionary message, with a bit of ecology thrown in. Unfortunately, the camerawork fails to convey anything paradisiacal about the scruffy mudhole about to become — horrors! — a lakeside housing development. The outdoor cafe just looks like a really cheap location, and the whole cast is undistinguished.