Ralph Antunes

The Martins family are optimistic dreamers, quietly leading their lives in the margins of a major Brazilian city following the disappointing inauguration of a far-right extremist president. A lower-middle-class Black family, they feel the strain of their new reality as the political dust settles. Tércia, the mother, reinterprets her world after an unexpected encounter leaves her wondering if she’s cursed. Her husband, Wellington, puts all of his hopes into the soccer career of their son, Deivinho, who reluctantly follows his father’s ambitions despite secretly aspiring to study astrophysics and colonize Mars. Meanwhile, their older daughter, Eunice, falls in love with a free-spirited young woman and ponders whether it’s time to leave home.

A film that has waiting as its theme, registering it in its most varied manifestations. The waiting in a queue, the mystical waiting, the waiting for an actor to go on stage, the anguishing waiting for sleep, the waiting for hormonal effects in a gender identity adjustment. The time of waiting is confused with the time of life itself, in a world in which we are unlearning how to wait.