Spoilers
To erase a man, first erase his body. To erase a woman, erase the story she tells about his absence.
In I’M STILL HERE, Walter Salles dissects the anatomy of disappearance as decay, conspiratorial, gnawing at the marrow of a family before leaching into the nation’s veins, every citizen wandering as exiles within their own unspoken past. Brazil’s military dictatorship operates here not with jackbooted theatrics, but through the banal machinery of bureaucratic sadism: men in nondescript suits who…
