Seashore

Well, this film was about...uhm, what was it about? Nothing happened - and I mean NOTHING! It was about nothing. This was like watching someone's home videos. It is a very quiet film and very weirdly photographed. There's no chemistry between the actors. I wanted to hit the forward button to get the movie to move along, or just go somewhere! I wondered why some scenes ended up in the film instead of the editing room floor. This...was...so...slow...moving...

Yawn!

So do you suppose there is a way for me to sue Filipe Matzembacher and Marcio Reolon, the directors of this staggeringly boring movie, for my time back? This film was rambling, boring, pointless. I wondered if this even had a script and they just let the actors improvise. Nothing was solved. Nothing resolved. I finally kept fast-forwarding through it hoping that something would happen. The actors were cute and seemed to be able to act. But I certainly won't be looking out for anything by these directors again. What a waste of my time. What is it with gay movies that the creators seem to think they have to get artsy-fatsy? Straight love films have a beginning, middle and end. Why can't a gay movie?

Here is an example of self-conscious introspection going in too many directions at once. Bad enough for the viewer trying to cope with shaky frames from hand-held cameras, even worse when the narrative slows for long, heavy pauses in either words or actions. One wonders why so many low budget films share this phenomenon. It is tempting to call out to the screen, "Get on with it, already!"

Still, there is charm in the notion that two young friends can figuratively swim their way, as ocean sounds play in the distance, through casual interruptions in a simple assignment to locate and retrieve a family document of some importance as they visit a beach house in the cold of winter. It might even be possible to salvage this film by cutting out totally irrelevant scenes that serve only to provide background for their respective characters. A filmmaker's self-indulgence in attempting to recreate a familiar story from his or her past reminds me of how quickly I run away whenever someone says, "To make a long story short..." which in fact becomes a stream of consciousness without an end.

Indeed, there is no clear end to this film. It just goes on and on.

"Seashore" is not a film that rushes its audience; instead, it unfolds with the quiet rhythm of the waves, a slow and delicate exploration of connection and self-discovery. The film's strength lies in its nuanced performances, particularly from its two leads, whose chemistry is both subtle and deeply affecting. The actor portraying Tomaz is especially captivating. There's a captivating authenticity to his portrayal, a naturalness that draws you into his internal world. His performance is a quiet triumph, filled with understated emotion that lingers long after the credits roll. It's a performance that invites you to lean in and truly observe, rewarding your attention with layers of unspoken feeling. "Seashore" is a film for those who appreciate the beauty of subtlety, the power of quiet moments, and the profound impact of human connection. It's a gentle tide that washes over you, leaving a lasting impression of warmth and introspection.

Its realy nice movie to watch if you just want the emotions,its not eventfull and it doesnt have that much dialog but i realy enjoyed it because i just wanted to wach something thats relaxing and where you dont focus on the words that much.Wouldnt recomend this movie to those people who are all about plot and drama.