Eduardo Climachauska

A single and apparently humdrum scene in which various days all blend into one. A couple is having breakfast in the kitchen. He is older, greyer, more anguished than she, who is light, pretty and giddy. A morning like any other, were it not for the secret fact that it would be their last together.

Two wandering characters walk through a city ravaged by real estate speculation looking for movie theaters in downtown São Paulo, but only find evangelical churches, porn theaters, parking lots and ruins.