São Paulo, Sociedade Anônima

This is a film about a boorish and colorless man, his memoir of how life failed him. It starts with the end, a breakup that he walks away from, the bulk of the film is for us to see what kind of life is broken up, what dissolves, what is carried on.

It is from that time after Antonioni had taken Europe by storm, it uses all the visual arsenal. The camera is vibrant, it captures motion, change, perspective, dilation - a lovely scene takes place during New Years, the night erupts in bright lights as confetti rains from above. It misses the fundamental essence of Antonioni however, that narrative place is so parted to reveal currents of soul.

Along the way we have precious insights into Brazilian life of course. I've been lately on cinematic vacation in Brazil, watching films from there. Most take place in fanciful Rio, this is an exception; industrial Sao Paolo with no oceanfront to send the eye off in relief. It gives a sense of place, time, people, you should see it just to parse these.

But what kind of insight do we have into that life? It's compromised of course, there as well as any other place, unjust, occasionally just petty. But why should it be drab?

It is drab for the protagonist who colors everything through his own self, a thankless man always dissatisfied and tossed about by desires. He's not without conscience, which prevents him from not minding the compromise, but he's not mindful either, not settled in his view.

It ends in a poignant way that reveals the emptiness of this man. Disgusted, he abandons everything including son and wife and runs off, but life takes that turn of dumb chance that brings you back to what you wanted to avoid. What was he trying to run from? It's all inside him, carried wherever he goes. Did he ever once cultivate his intentions, his mindfulness for his own self or the women he bedded? Was he ever grateful for anything, appreciative?

It's a well made film but the same limitation applies for me as in similar ones; I don't see the modern tragedy, only the waste.

"São Paulo, Sociedade Anõnima" portrays a man in the middle of industrialization, searching your goal and at the same time trying to find himself throughout this process of change and degeneration. Of course one of the better movies made in brazil.

A photography of this film is wonderful, we see a good work of the DP, and the edition of the film is very peculiar we need to see like two times to understand but is a good film i recommend this Brazilian film. The takes of the silhouette is very intense and we feel the feeling of the character.

25 year-old Carlos (Walmor Chagas) is an employee of the Volskwagen car factory in São Paulo, during the Brazilian auto industry boom (1957-1961). He leaves the VW plant to work as a manager for sly social climber Arturo (Otelo Zeloni), a humble Italian immigrant who hits the jackpot selling auto parts for big car manufacturers. In non-chronological order, we witness Carlos' gradual personal and professional breakdown as he desperately searches for ethical and existential truths in his oppressive, cul-de-sac middle-class life. All he sees around him is futility, corruption and mendacity, becoming increasingly unstable as he confronts dehumanizing industrial labor, capitalist greed and petty bourgeois values, represented by the simpleton, corrupt, ambitious simpaticone Arturo; the exasperation of marriage conventions, parenthood and family life, represented by his dreary relationship with fiancée/wife Luciana (Eva Wilma) and their baby son; the vacuous hedonism of his lover Ana (Darlene Glória), who's ready to take advantage of the company of men; and the nihilist, self-destructive behavior of his aging, suicidal ex-lover Hilda (Spanish actress Ana Esmeralda, dubbed in Portuguese).

The real protagonist, though -- as the title indicates -- is the huge, glittering, man-eating, constantly mutating city of São Paulo and its 10 million people. The opening sequence is a tour-de-force: Carlos and Lúcia are having a violent argument inside their apartment, but we can't hear them; they're shot from outside the building, through a glass door, with the camera as the city's eyes -- a cruel, thousand-eyed Medusa feeding on people's anonymous, miserable lives.

In 1965, Cinema Novo (the Brazillian New Wave) was at effervescent crossroads and SPSA is one of its most emblematic films (one of the few ones produced in São Paulo too). The first phase (before the 1964 military coup) dealt with political, social, cultural, religious and labor issues regarding the "destitute" (masterpieces like N.P.dos Santos' "Vidas Secas", Glauber Rocha's "Barravento" and "Deus e o Diabo na Terra do Sol", the omnibus film "Cinco Vezes Favela", P.C.Saraceni's "Arraial do Cabo", Ruy Guerra's "Os Fuzis"). After the coup, Cinema Novo approached the "angry", disillusioned, politically-aware, young middle-class Brazilian man in political, ethical and existential crisis: SPSA belongs to this phase, along with Saraceni's "O Desafio", Rocha's "Terra em Transe" and Gustavo Dahl's "Bravo Guerreiro" (1968), etc.

SPSA's director/writer Luís Sérgio Person (making his amazing debut at 29) shows, in a deeply critical, anti-chauvinistic vision, the "miraculous" economic boom of São Paulo, which became the biggest and richest South American metropolis in roughly 10 years (1955-65), thanks to the nationalization of auto industries and their cascade effects on other highly lucrative businesses (highways, civil engineering, transport, banks, credit, correlated services and, of course, corruption). Money was rolling in, and many humble residential neighborhoods were replaced by huge skyscrapers and modern industries: Carlos is repeatedly humming the song "Favela", about shantytowns being replaced by big buildings. Carlos is skeptical of this "progress" that benefits only a few and doesn't bring any real change to people's pockets, social conventions, human relationships and labor rights. (Note: São Paulo's auto industry and its exploitative labor conditions would be eventually lead to the creation of the biggest labor union in Brazil, culminating in massive strikes in the late 1970s led by steel worker Lula da Silva, who co- founded Brazilian Labor Party in the early 1980s, later entered politics and in 2002 was elected the first ever working-class President of Brazil).

There are minor, unimportant letdowns in SPSA: anachronisms galore, as the film is set between 1957 and 1961 and everything you see is definitely from 1965 (it's a treat for vintage car aficionados, with Simcas, Karmann Ghias, Aero-Wyllis, VW beetles, etc). Cláudio Petraglia's music is unduly bombastic, belying the film's drier, unsentimental style.

The assets are, however, extremely solid: the non-chronological story-telling is complex but never confusing, the editing is agile and the dialog includes bold language in a time of heavy censorship. Person's direction is amazingly accomplished and his script's structure is a beauty: it shows us the trees AND the forest. But the film's most unarguable star is Ricardo Aronovich's camera: fluid, unhampered, versatile, bursting with energy whether capturing big crowds, assembly lines, street marathons, small apartments, beach resorts, parties, faces, bodies, cars. No wonder he went on to work for international maestri such as Costa-Gavras, Malle, Peter Brook, Scola and Resnais.

The cast includes Eva Wilma, too old to play a 21 year-old, but giving a strong, rangy, against-type performance. Darlene Glória is already incredibly confident, beautiful and sexy in her film début at 22. Otelo Zeloni is simply perfect as Arturo, the shady, morally ambiguous, scheming character who's so simpatico he's impossible to dislike. But it's Walmor Chagas as Carlos who holds it all together: it's his first film role (he came from the theatre) but you can't see a single false note (and he's on screen ALL the time). He makes us care for a guy who never asks for pity, compassion or condescendence: he's inflexibly uncompromising and aggressively candid. Lying and compromising are physically nauseating to him, and you can feel his pain as he knows he's hurting people he likes. If we care about him at all, it's because we can't dismiss someone with such contempt for mendacity and sheepish conformism.

A Zeitgeist film if there ever was one, SPSA is simply stunning, and it still stands beautifully tall today, bursting with insightful intelligence, subverting chronological story-telling and mixing fiction and documentary styles. SPSA has recently been elected by a pool of Brazilian critics and filmmakers one of Brazil's Top 10 films of all time -- VERY deservedly so. There's a new DVD release by VideoFilmes with subtitles in English and Spanish, so do yourself a big favor and watch it.

His influence on this movie is very clear.

It's not as good as any of the Fellini movies I've seen (to be fair, I've only seen like three), but it's still pretty good.

I love the opening credits sequence.

The first and last ten minutes are probably the best parts of the movie.