Maria de Lourdes Pintasilgo

Tomás is a young teenager who fights for the leadership of a small marginal group. One night, in the world that he cannot control, his fallout leads to the death of one of the group's members. Laura, the possible witness to the crime, becomes a threat.

A portrait of a first relationship, previous to the external world, the one of the family. In a winter in Lisbon, father, mother, son and daughter trace the path of a day by themselves. A film that develops through characters who have for their antagonist life itself, with nothing (and everything) heroic about it.

& etc was created in 1973. It is a small publisher, which since then and until today is governed by quite singular parameters - not for profit, does not publish "commercial" works, publishes unknown authors. It has become, over the years, a reference in the national panorama, known both for the plastic / aesthetic side of its square books and for the published characters, such as, for example, João César Monteiro, Adília Lopes or Alberto Pimenta, some of the most alternatives. Victor Silva Tavares and Rui Caeiro recall some episodes during the three decades of operation of this publishing house.

How to represent an artistic intention without reducing it to a description? How to do it preserving the intentionality of the gestus in an ambiguous andsubjective space where the individualism of the artistic perspective is set. “my maladresse…” proposes a viewpoint over Ana Jotta’s universe. An analogous portrait of her relations as an artist is created, setting parallel questions, as hermeneutics possibility and art as a value system. The link relating the trio (artist and director’s deuce) balances between familiarity, master and apprentice, subject and object; the distance and authority of the one behind the camera spreading light around artisticurgencies concerning how Work and Life overlay in this unquiet chase of the greater purpose: a search for consolation in the holy_burlesque of existential functionalism. A documental laboratory of reflexive limits.

Nothing of what we have created or discovered has distinguished us from the other animals as formidably as we would have wished. We have simply created a world of illusions, without which we will not ourselves survive. This film is just that.

Travels around Portuguese roads, with its very peculiar landscapes: a seismograph of passing time.