Horror in Perocão
If Stephen King has his natal Maine, and H. P. Lovecraft, the tiny Providence, wherefrom
he went out rarely; Rodrigo Aragão took the trickery - half as inspiration, half
audacity - of suiting, in the fishermen's modest neighborhood Perocão, in the sunny
Guarapari (ES), The bases of his mythical universe . The suburban streets, the children
going fishing and the ships waiting for the tide, doesn't have anything dark...
except in the imagination of the director, that for affinity - and comfort - creates
around his house a fantastic dimension squeezed between the river and the sea. The
union of what lives under the stinking mud, with what it hides it down of the surface
of the bay, is liberated in incredible stories. In Perocão, the Sun doesn't console
the fear, only dazzles it. The fictitious habitants of Perocão stroll around in
a space without time or material progress, in which the conflict among the good
and evil only offers two alternatives to the common persons: to pray or to pray
running.