Barbi Cauzzi

Zombies, beautiful dead girls, newly-dead and a wide variety of colorful and slimy undead invade the West of Santa Catarina, Brazil. Guts roll while "yerba mate" Cronenberg is consumed by the farmers. But the zombies aren't the biggest problem when all the humans are sadistic and selfish.

Once again, 23 Brazilian filmmakers come together for the second Tropical SOV anthology, now exploring sci-fi in humorous stories involving aliens and their space invasions, mad scientists, time travel, dystopias, and a myriad of end-of-the-world scenarios.

This film portrays the strength that art has in surviving the megalithic tricks and repressions that the State manipulates towards its compatriots. The colors reflecting the dominance over the being, which, if not thinking, is tortured by its religious, political and academic doctrines, staining and building the States with drops of blood, but the art subjugated and repressed by lobotomized intellectuals of the three doctrines is what we hang and endure our arts and our values in the face of a bankrupt ethics/morality, a false truthfulness created only for the purpose of dominating one another. This art of ours survives and grows stronger as we fight to open up the bulging eyes of our society, already manipulated into being blind, deaf and mute. Our art doesn't speak, it screams! Scream! For only then can ears clogged with false sermons be unblocked like a vase full of shit overflowing with anguish.

A short tale about violence, filled with zombies, blood and guts.