Why on earth would someone come up with an arts festival that, literally, hops between islands for six weeks before the tourist high season?
“Like Mardi Gras and Halloween rolled into a public party at the Playboy mansion, Rio during Carnaval is like no other place on earth. And the freak-flags fly like the color guard of an invading army.” – James Schannep, “Murdered*” In a nutshell, that is pretty much the image that comes to everyone’s mind when
A roundup of the 37th Fantasporto’s closing ceremony and this year’s winners.
“Being involved with the community” may sound like something scraped out of a beauty pageant rehearsed speech (at best) or a politician’s empty promise to get more votes (at worst), but in the real world there are people who understand, live and feel this somewhat cliched concept under their skin. Pedro is one of them and, together with Matilde, they walk the talk with SoPA.
We arrived in Porto with two (misleading) preconceptions: that the city could be seen in one day and that Fantasporto, the independent film festival, was a dying shadow of its former glory.