O Fim (1909)
An attempt to transport the non-spectacular to the stage, in a dialogue with the pubic. The attempt to value the human that the energy of the act still contains. An unimportant spectacle. Today nothing surprises us. The show is in the shop windows, in the mirrors, it is glued to the body. The show, the real one, is in Somalia, in Iraq, in Bosnia, in the shirts of venus with flowers. As a surprise, after all, when Death catches us unawares ...