[Huelva FF] Life told from the proximity of death. The story feels like a dream in B/W. We do not know where Héctor Babenco's ideas are in this look at his own death. ("I want to tell this story, so I can forget it"). There are some excesses, but they are forgiven. It is a story made with evident love. With evident admiration for a badly valued director at times. He did not become Visconti. It was just Babenco.