We let it, so we should watch it.
Addicts from the streets of Sao Paolo are people, too. We stay with them for a bit in their latest “home,” a repurposed shelter.
Its air is thick with broken dreams. But the residents don’t share sob stories, they just live their lives, letting us watch.
Spending time with them, we can feel the heartbreak, violence, or bad luck. Cramped space and harsh lighting are constant reminders of the prison of their lives. Smiles and songs are too-brief reminders that life can be something better.
It is a nonjudgmental movie where people are the stars. But they live in a sky nobody cares to look at anymore.