Branco Sai, Preto Fica

This trippy little Brazil entry, made on a Grade Z budget, combines several threads, not always successfully: a disabled black DJ works out of a basement in labor class housing on the edge of the capital Brasilia and plays wild riffs on rap in Portuguese ( which is something to hear in itself) and reminisces about a 198os social club that played different kinds of music and was raided by cops.Another man ponders his leg injury, both of these accidents caused by police brutality.A man travels thru time, in a metal storage unit that shakes back and forth like a poor man's version of the TARDIS from Dr.Who. A plan to get now required passports to travel to the capital and then "bomb" the city with a musical time capsule is prepared...Even a film of only 89 minutes like this one can drag from time to time when ideas are repeated and cheaply composed images seem flat and uninteresting, but there is much rich humor along the way and the effort seems worth appreciating for its overall oddness.The title by the way comes from what the cops say when they raid the dance hall: the blacks go into the paddy wagon, the whites are allowed to scatter.