We stare at mirrors as if 'image' was a weapon of self-defense. At night, I hide in actors' dressing rooms for a working class experience. By day, I face an old theatre being razed to the ground, making way for a parking lot. Graffitis have curtains, the nose cap of an umbrella arises from a mount of sand. Oh, Happy Days! No need to stage anything! The bulldozer is a dinosaur whose teeth and gracious neck swings by a EU flag. In the boxes, we await the audience. Sometimes, nobody comes. Lost in a symbolic show of reality, I can only watch the world's end because all the endangered species perform and a reflecting labyrinth of life stories breaks through the glass of the Economic Eating Machine. Even when the sky is falling, theatre will always happen. So, choose the right place.
Directing | Pedro Marques | Director |
Writing | Pedro Marques | Screenplay |
Writing | Rita Palma | Screenplay |
Production | Rita Palma | Producer |
Editing | Rita Palma | Supervising Editor |
Production | Marta Pessoa | Producer |
Crew | Marta Pessoa | Cinematography |
Editing | Pedro Marques | Editor |
Crew | Pedro Marques | Cinematography |
Production | Pedro Marques | Producer |
Production | João Pinto Nogueira | Production Coordinator |
Sound | Elsa Ferreira | Sound Mixer |
Sound | Elsa Ferreira | Sound Editor |
Sound | Pedro Marques | Sound |