It's been weird lately. First, I struggled to find the time to watch films. I was immersed in books, really good ones, and I didn't want to stop reading. Then, once I had a film I thought would be a really good fit, it turned out that it wasn't really Slow Cinema. This was particularly disappointing for Sudoeste by Eduardo Nunes from Brazil. The film starts in a superb fashion. It stunned me, and drew me in. I felt like floating in those beautiful long-take shots, magic, ghostly, simply very affective (and effective . . .