O Princípio da Incerteza

Saw it at the New York Film Festival and could tell I was in for trouble when they didn't have some guy dressed in black tell us how great the film would be before it started. That's because they (the people that run the NY FF) must've known this movie was horrible.

Ostensibly about the nature of love, class distinctions and other high-brow stuff, the movie was a series of banal discussions that led nowhere. The acting was uninspired. The endless shots of the Portuguese countryside, while beautiful, were, well, endless.

People started walking out on this movie about 45 mins. in. I should've joined them.