Sangue do Meu Sangue

Going way over the safety of ninety minutes into the territory that is so often too long, at two hours twenty, Blood of my Blood easily justifies this extended playtime through captivating characters, patience, flawless pacing and a firm central premise that is supported with every tool at the filmmaker's disposal. The film utilizes a feature that often assists the longer films, it makes use of a large cast of characters. Though having some major focus, the film manages to drift around the experiences of several generations of one family, living in a low-income area of urban Portugal. The linchpin is the mother Marcia, who is a definite mother of the year candidate, just as Rita Blanco, who plays her superbly, is easily my performance of the festival so far. The other major characters are her twenty something kids Cláudia (Cleia Almeida) and Joca (Rafael Morais), then there's their partners, and Marcia's sister Ivete, who pretty much all live in the same tiny flat. Amongst the many links between characters, there are two central plot strands that stand out. Primarily, there's Cláudia's affair with her college professor and her mother's objections to it. Yet almost as prominent is Joca's hazardous attempts to rip off his drug dealer boss. These are quite conventional plot setups and therefore in no way do justice to the originality with which the film is put together. The heart of the film, its soul and its central premise is its interconnectedness. In terms of the plot, the various strands and characters – in addition to this one family at its core – often refer to one another, cross each other's paths, or their relations to one another gradually become apparent. In grander thematic terms, this interconnectedness is related to the strength of community in such a dense, low-income area. This results in the familial bonds being watertight, and people seem sure of themselves in ways that characters rarely do in the countless 'middle-class guilt, straight white men with lost souls' narratives that populate a great deal of art-house hits. In this respect, Blood of my Blood avoids depicting this community with a 'pity the poor' agenda, and although it doesn't suggest it is an aspirational way of life, it certainly doesn't give the usual 'unbreakable cycle destined to fail' scenario.

I suggest that should it be read as such, it will be by people that haven't themselves lived in, or experienced such a low-income community, where there are only two degrees of separation between anyone you might run into in a limited social circle; people that don't know how, within such a microcosm, people are looked out for. The plot very clearly postulates how family are there for one another in the way that Marcia stands by her daughter with such passion and strength, and how the more complex relationship between Jaco and his aunt Ivete plays out. But further to this, we see many subtle narrative elements that illustrate people looking out for each other, or having more than their own narrow motivations at the front of their mind. This is contrasted with the middle class teacher who Cláudia is having an affair with, who seems trapped in an arrested development, not clearly thinking about the wellbeing of Cláudia or for his own wife and family, or even for himself, acting in a familiar self-defeating manner (a human trait depicted so vividly by another outstanding film at the festival Post Tenebras Lux). The film lays the foundations for all these developments at pretty much the outset. After the first scene illustrates the neighborhood they populate and the hazards it contains, the following scene is an iconic dinner table scene. Always a narrative tool to develop and showcase family dynamics, this scene introduces all characters subtly, setting them up with a view to filling in the details as the film progresses. Rather than spoon-feeding exposition on individual characters at this point, the film is much more concerned with establishing the importance of the connections.

Further to these narrative examples, all formal elements worked in harmony with this premise, rather than being used for their own sake with style rather than substance. The interconnected theme was supported by inventive techniques such as the camera coming away from a conversation to allow another conversation to seep into the frame, with both then going on simultaneously; or by the fact that there is very rarely just one thing going on in frame; or that in the absence of any non-deigetic sound or music, the radio or TV can be heard or seen in the background pretty much throughout. This persistently emphasises the hectic nature of this life and that none of these people are islands. Additionally, the long takes – along with being a convention of non/anti-Hollywood cinema – act to gel the different characters together as part of the same organic space. Therefore form and content both support each other to show these characters to be connected as part of this not only literally, but socio-culturally and meta-physically densely populated space.

In spite of the melodramatic plot strands mentioned above, the film is more than anything an earnest and insightful snapshot of life. Over the final credits we hear some Portuguese hip-hop, featuring a chorus comprising of the sample of an American track repeating the words 'street life'. This sums the film up as far as I am concerned; it is simply a slice of street life. I don't think it was relentlessly grim, but nor do I think it was overly celebrated or glamorized; it was simply a slice of life.

I hope the members of the Academy see Blood of My Blood and nominate the film for Best Foreign Language Film. It is a Cassavetes/Scorsese/Tarantino kind of thriller, that will dry your goats. It's a thriller made of human dramas, rather than suspense or action, with great acting and a modern way of filming. Director Joao Canijo made use of surround sound and camera angles in order to have a complete view of two sequences/discussions at the same time, making ich view more defying.

Besides, Portugal never got a nomination from the Academy, and in the current crisis, no film is being produced or will be if we don't get this recognition. Nominating it will be a statement for Portugal to continue to have an industry.

SANGUE DO MEU SANGUE is the most recent film from João Canijo, a respectable Portuguese director. Like other movies he has done before it combines drama with realistic "social" cinema in a very personal and distinctive kind of cinematography. In fact in this movie he keeps the same genre of plot, characters, sets, script and camera work he already did in previous works like SAPATOS PRETOS or GANHAR A VIDA. Canijo always does movies about dark themes, showing us the dark side of society.

This one is no exception. It's a powerful drama about a family which live with low recourses in a working-class neighborhood, in Lisbon's periphery. MÁRCIA (Rita Blanco) is a single mother that lives with her daughter CLAUDIA (Cleia Almeida), son, JOCA (Rafael Morais) and sister, IVETE (Anabela Moreira). CLAUDIA is studying in college to be a nurse, unlike JOCA who fell in the world of criminality (without his family to know though…). IVETE is a single woman in her 30s and has a very solitary life… All these characters perform two parallel stories, both quite dramatic and intense… The first one is about CLAUDIA and her relationship with a teacher (much older than her of course) and the second one is about JOCA and the drugs he stole from his dealer, TELMO (Nuno Lopes), in order to make some money; but TELMO will find out and things will not be easy to JOCA…

This movie, which is always set in a context of social misery, shows us these two complex and multifaceted stories about forbidden love, desolation, sadness, misery (social and human...), frustration, betrayal and revenge.

I enjoyed the acting, I think it's generally good, but I have to mention the performances of Rita Blanco, Anabela Moreira, and Nuno Lopes. These actors really do a great job! About the director's work I also think it's good, in his own personal way, but I must say I found a bit confusing those scenes where there're parallel talks (at parts we see parallel conversations in the same scene and it's really confusing to have two pairs of people talking different issues at the same time. Watch these scenes with subtitles would be even better!...).

All in all it's a good Portuguese film and I score it 7/10.

Joᾶo Canijo is indisputably one of the most interesting contemporary Portuguese movie directors. The four films seen to date, have left an indelible impression on me: Ganhar a Vida, Sapatos Pretos, Noite Escuro and recently Sangue do meu Sangue. His films send a punch to the viewers' guts leaving them breathless, knocked out; they abandon the moviehouse dazed by scenes that will haunt them for days to come.

Sangue do meu Sangue is set in the low working-class Bairro do Padre Cruz, a slum northeast of Lisbon, target to recent architectural projects and municipal efforts to efface its notoriously shady reputation. The film depicts a crosscut of three social classes: firstly the low working class Márcia and her family belong to; secondly the even less privileged Lisbon residents sharing with African immigrants a labyrinthine sub-world reminiscent of what Pedro Costa's trilogy on Fontainhas portrays. Finally the upper middle class represented by the Doctor and his wife living a Portuguese version of the "American dream": active professionals with a daughter who reside in an up-market dream home, two cars in the driveway and a servant at madam's beck and call.

Like Canijo's other films, Sangue to meu Sangue evolves around a central feminine character, Márcia, a single mother who has brought up and supported two children and a live-in sister. The women in Canijo's films are true heroines, resilient but nonetheless victims of their male chauvinistic environment; they inevitably fall prey to the violence perpetrated by men around them, be those pivotal male figures in their lives or simply placed in their paths by destiny. Indeed destiny plays an important role in the scripts Canijo writes. In Sangue do meu Sangue destiny has Cláudia falling in love with a married man linked in some way to her mother's past ─ I'll say no more, not wanting to include a spoiler. Destiny too has a devastating humiliation in store for Ivete, Márcia's sister, at the hands of a ruthless man she doesn't recognize at a karaoke; he remembers her from their schooldays when he had a crush on her. Likewise Márcia attempts to shake off her daughter's destiny, endeavouring at all costs to stop her daughter's love affair with a married man. Claúdia is gullible enough to believe an older married man will jeopardize the cushiness of his marital life, casting off wife and child in exchange for her. Márcia is above all most preoccupied with thwarting the oepidal twist in Canijo's script evoking Greek tragedy. In Greek tragedy no-one can escape what the gods have ordained for them. Canijo plays with the spectator, builds our hopes up that his characters trapped in their precariously balanced lives may just pull through, but just when Joca appears in a deus ex machina ploy to defend his aunt Ivete, we realize that his destiny was to end up behind bars as an adult for a crime graver than what had previously sent him to a reformatory as a minor.

Modern tragedy allows for pathos in ordinary men whose quotidian lives we identify with. The moving relationship between Ivete and her nephew Joca rings of incest. Márcia is busy salvaging her daughter's future whereas Ivete takes upon herself the mission of safeguarding her nephew whose life is jeopardized by an unpaid debt. An unforgettable scene is Ivete and Jaco making their way through the narrow, unsightly, claustrophobic streets of the slum to the house of the drug dealer to settle Joca's debt. We sense imminent danger and the foreboding uneasiness of walking into a maze with no exit, a throwback to the Minotaur of Greek mythology awaiting his victims about to enter his domain. This family's financial constraints oblige them to share a reduced space. Canijo plays and uses this limitation to his advantage; he places the characters in a trap. Márcia, the siblings Cláudia and Joca and her sister Ivete are forced to stretch their capacity for cohabitation to the limit. So reduced a space leaves no room for secrets, the characters learn to lower their voices to maintain a privacy of sorts ─ even when what would really suit them would be to seek relief in shouting out their woes at the top of their voices ─ secrecy is too rare a luxury in a house where mother and daughter share a a tiny bedroom and bed, four people share a tiny bathroom sometimes peeing with the door open, and watching TV means sitting cramped on the settee legs stretched out over the other occupant's lap. Conversation is interrupted by someone crossing the room to get something, by someone coming out of the bathroom, by the normal comings and goings that the house by its nature and especially size imposes on the life of its occupants. Canijo at times divides the screen into two keeping discrete but parallel conversations going simultaneously; not unlike when in an opera a quartet sings, each couple busy with their own theme. This requires the spectators'maximum attention opting for the conversation which contributes more to unfolding of the melodrama.

Above all Canijo's great sense of tempo never lets a scene drag (a common trait to Portuguese cinema). His has an uncanny ability to build crescendo. We become entranced despite the ominous certainty that the ending is bound to be harrowing.

Rita Blanco, Anabela Moreira and Teresa Tavares render magnificent performances. Due praise to Anabela Moreira for what must have been an awfully difficult shooting experience of total frontal and back nudity picked up by the camera with the crudity Canijo's hyper-realism requires. Nothing like it since Isabela Rosselini in Blue Velvet. Mesmerizing and moving is the dignity Moreira imbues her character with, an air of "you can do what you like with my body but you'll never have my soul". The love she professes for her nephew, blood of her blood, which is what the film's title means, elevates her above the sordidness her sacrifice plunges her into.

This is a movie that i'll never forget. Rita Blanco is in the best (and when i say the best i mean the best) performance i've ever seen in cinema. Yes, i know - i'm Portuguese, it's predictable i would say this is a great movie. But the truth is that Joao Canijo sees the cinema exactly how i see it, going deep on characters and going deep on their misery, always with a peace of comedy and truth in it. it's not a complicated history, the sexual content in it it's not unnecessary and the music background was not written by big contemporany compositors. The only concern of Joao was to make a movie faithful to the inconditional love story behind a poor family with huge problems appearing.