
1996 · Walter Salles
The director in the conversation
I'm Still Here became a Brazilian national catharsis about the dictatorship, won Brazil's first Oscar, and turned Fernanda Torres' campaign into a nationwide event — the biggest Latin American reception story since Roma.
For a contemplative night when you're drawn to beautiful sadness — lovers adrift, monochrome landscapes, exile as a feeling. More mood than plot; reach for it when you want atmosphere over adrenaline.
The night Brazil's government freezes the nation's savings accounts, Paco's mother dies of the shock, leaving the aimless young would-be actor with nothing to hold him in São Paulo. A courier job carries him to Lisbon, where he crosses paths with Alex, a Brazilian émigré waiting tables and running out of reasons to stay in Europe. A diamond-smuggling scheme turns the two strangers into fugitives, and their flight across Portugal becomes a portrait of a generation with no country to belong to.
Melancholy and restless — a noirish road movie in stark black and white, where the thriller plot matters less than the ache of being unmoored. It's slow-burning but magnetic, with images that feel like memories of a home that no longer exists.
Fernanda Torres gives Alex a bruised, guarded intelligence that anchors the film — weariness and longing in the same look.
Salles and co-director Daniela Thomas shoot São Paulo, Lisbon, and Cape Verde in gorgeous high-contrast black and white, finding stark, unforgettable compositions — a ship beached on an empty shore among them — that turn a smuggling plot into an essay on displacement. Made fast and cheap, it wears its urgency in every frame.
Routinely cited as a founding work of the Retomada, the mid-90s rebirth of Brazilian cinema, and the film that set Walter Salles on his path as a chronicler of journeys and exile.
Terra Estrangeira — co-directed by Walter Salles and Daniela Thomas — is a black-and-white road movie about displacement, made at the exact historical moment its story mourns. Shot largely in monochrome across São Paulo, Lisbon, and the Cape Verde islands, it follows Paco (Fernando Alves Pinto), a rudderless would-be actor whose mother dies of shock the night Brazil's President Fernando Collor de Mello freezes the nation's savings accounts, and Alex (Fernanda Torres), a Brazilian émigré adrift in Portugal. Drawn into a diamond-smuggling scheme, the two strangers become fugitives, their flight doubling as an essay on a generation with no country to belong to. The film is routinely cited as one of the founding works of the Retomada, the mid-1990s rebirth of Brazilian cinema, and as the picture that established Salles's international voice two years before Central Station. It is at once a political film about the Collor era, a noir-inflected thriller, and a doomed-lovers romance in the lineage of the French New Wave.
The film's production circumstances are inseparable from its subject. In 1990, the Collor government dismantled Embrafilme and the state apparatus that had underwritten Brazilian film for decades, and national production collapsed to a near-standstill. The 1993 Audiovisual Law (Lei do Audiovisual) reintroduced fiscal-incentive financing, and Foreign Land, shot in the mid-1990s, emerged directly from that revival. It was produced through VideoFilmes, the company associated with Walter Salles and his brother João Moreira Salles, and structured as a Brazil–Portugal co-production — a financing model that was also thematically apt, since the story itself traces the old colonial axis between Lisbon and Brazil in reverse. Salles had come to fiction features by way of documentary and his earlier feature A Grande Arte / Exposure (1991); Foreign Land was the film on which he consolidated the collaborators and the sensibility that would define his subsequent work. Beyond these broad facts, granular production data — precise budget figures, shooting schedule, box-office returns — are not something I can state reliably, and I will not invent them.
Foreign Land was shot on 35mm in black and white at a moment when monochrome was an emphatic aesthetic choice rather than a technical default. The decision aligns the film with a specific art-cinema tradition — the grainy, high-contrast urban imagery of the New Wave and of Wim Wenders's early road films — and it carried practical consequences for lighting and stock selection that shaped the film's texture. There is nothing technologically experimental about the film's apparatus; its innovation lies in the deliberate archaism of the choice, using black and white to strip contemporary Brazil and Portugal of postcard color and render them as a single grey, in-between zone. Sound was recorded and mixed to accommodate the film's multilingual reality — Brazilian Portuguese, European Portuguese, and the accents of emigration — and its use of fado and diegetic music, discussed below, is central to the design.
The cinematography is credited to Walter Carvalho, one of the most important Brazilian directors of photography of his generation and Salles's key visual collaborator of this period (he would also shoot Central Station). Carvalho's black-and-white work here is the film's signature: hard contrast, deep shadow, and a taste for figures dwarfed by architecture, coastline, and empty road. Interiors are cramped and underlit; exteriors — the Atlantic, the Lisbon waterfront, the dunes and shipwreck landscapes of Cape Verde — are vast and depopulating. The camera favors the characters seen against thresholds, windows, docks, and shorelines, a visual grammar of arrival and departure. The monochrome palette flattens the geographic distance between São Paulo and Lisbon into one continuous condition of exile, so that "foreign land" becomes less a place than a way of being photographed.
The editing builds the film's rhythm of drift and sudden rupture: long, becalmed passages of waiting and aimlessness punctuated by the abrupt violence of the smuggling plot. The cutting tends to hold on faces and on dead time — the texture of people with nowhere to be — before the thriller mechanics jolt the movement forward. I want to be candid that I cannot confirm the editor's precise credit from memory with the certainty this dossier demands, and I will not guess a name; what can be said with confidence is that the film's construction privileges mood, duration, and the elliptical over conventional thriller propulsion.
Staging is organized around transience: rented rooms, bars, docks, airports, cars, borders. Characters are repeatedly framed as provisional occupants of spaces that belong to someone else, which literalizes the theme of statelessness. The violin that carries the smuggled diamonds is the film's central object — an instrument of culture repurposed as contraband, a fitting emblem for a story about people whose inheritance has been hollowed out and filled with something dangerous. The recurring motif of the sea and the horizon situates nearly every important scene at an edge, a place of possible crossing.
Sound and music are unusually load-bearing. The film leans on fado — Portugal's music of saudade, of longing and irrecoverable loss — as an emotional and thematic anchor, binding the Brazilian characters' displacement to a much older Lusophone melancholy. The multilingual soundscape (the shared-but-divergent Portuguese of the two countries) quietly dramatizes the gap between a common language and a common home. The musical score is credited to José Miguel Wisnik, the composer-scholar associated with Salles's cinema of this period; where the fine detail of the sound work is concerned, I would rather flag the limits of the documented record than overstate specifics.
Fernanda Torres, one of Brazil's foremost screen actors, anchors the film as Alex with a performance of exhausted, guarded intelligence — a woman hardened by emigration and grief who nonetheless opens toward Paco. Fernando Alves Pinto plays Paco with a raw, unformed quality appropriate to a character who is barely an adult and barely anyone yet: his blankness is the point, a young man emptied out by his mother's death and his country's betrayal. The chemistry between the two is deliberately unglamorous, closer to two survivors clinging together than to romantic idealization. The supporting playing sustains the noir texture without tipping into caricature.
The film operates in a hybrid mode: a political prologue giving way to a fugitive thriller, both carried on the undertow of an existential road movie. The dramatic engine is coincidence and drift rather than goal-driven agency — Paco does not choose his fate so much as fall into it, recruited into the smuggling ring almost by inertia after his mother's death leaves him without bearings. The structure is a diptych of two cities and two strangers who converge, and its forward motion is less "will they escape?" than "is there anywhere to escape to?" The mode is elegiac and fatalistic; the thriller plot supplies momentum and danger, but the film's true subject is the interior weather of exile.
Foreign Land sits at the intersection of the road movie, film noir, and the political melodrama. Its noir inheritance is explicit — a smuggling MacGuffin, doomed lovers on the run, betrayal and violence — but filtered through the art-cinema road film descended from the New Wave and Wenders. Within Brazilian cinema it belongs to the Retomada cycle of the mid-1990s, and more specifically to that cycle's recurring preoccupation with emigration, dislocation, and national wound. As a lovers-on-the-run picture shot in expressive black and white, it consciously invokes À bout de souffle while relocating the archetype to the Lusophone diaspora.
The film is a genuine co-authorship between Walter Salles and Daniela Thomas, who directed together; Thomas, a designer and theater artist, was a crucial creative partner for Salles in this period and shares the film's authorship in full. The screenplay is credited to Marcos Bernstein with Salles and Thomas, developed from their shared conception; the veteran writer and humorist Millôr Fernandes is associated with the film's dialogue, though I would treat the exact division of writing labor with caution rather than assert it precisely. Walter Carvalho's cinematography is the defining technical authorship, and José Miguel Wisnik is credited with the score. Salles's method here — location shooting across multiple countries, a documentary attentiveness to real places and real émigré experience, and a road structure that lets landscape carry meaning — is the template he would refine across the rest of his career. The film is notable precisely because so much of what became "the Walter Salles film" is already present: the journey as self-discovery, the outsider crossing borders, the fusion of intimate drama with national allegory.
The essential frame is the Cinema da Retomada — the "resumption" of Brazilian cinema after the Collor-era collapse. Foreign Land is one of that movement's emblematic works, and uniquely self-aware: it dramatizes the very political moment (the account freeze of the Collor Plan) that had gutted the film industry, making the movie a kind of allegory of its own conditions of production. It carries traces of the earlier Cinema Novo tradition — social engagement, the wound of underdevelopment — but recast in a more intimate, transnational, diasporic key rather than the overtly revolutionary register of Glauber Rocha's generation. The Portugal co-production ties it as well to a Lusophone cinematic space that reaches back across the Atlantic.
The film is set in and around 1990, at the threshold of the Collor administration, and its historical specificity is total: the death that sets the plot in motion is caused by the shock of the confiscation of savings under Collor's economic shock plan. This roots the film in the trauma of early-1990s Brazil — hyperinflation, political disillusion, and a wave of emigration by young Brazilians who no longer believed the country held a future for them. Made only a few years after the events it depicts, Foreign Land is less a period piece than a near-contemporary reckoning, which gives its grief an unusual rawness.
The governing theme is exile and non-belonging — the condition of being foreign not only abroad but at home. The title cuts both ways: Portugal and Cape Verde are foreign to the Brazilian protagonists, but so is the Brazil that has expelled and betrayed them. Adjacent themes include inheritance and loss (the dead mother's nostalgia for a San Sebastián she can never return to; the emptied bank accounts; the violin filled with contraband); the colonial afterlife, as Brazilians retrace the old Portugal-to-Brazil route in reverse and find no welcome; the lost generation, young people with neither prospects nor country; and saudade, the untranslatable Portuguese longing that the fado score makes audible. The smuggling plot literalizes the theme: value that must be hidden inside culture and carried across borders, always at risk of being seized.
Critically, Foreign Land was received as a breakthrough — the film that announced Walter Salles (with Daniela Thomas) as a major new voice and that traveled internationally on the festival circuit, laying the ground for the global success of Central Station two years later. Over time it has settled firmly into the canon of the Retomada and is frequently taught and written about as a defining text of that movement; I will refrain, however, from citing specific awards or box-office figures I cannot verify.
Looking backward, its influences are legible: the French New Wave's black-and-white lovers-on-the-run film (Godard above all), Wim Wenders's melancholic road movies, film noir's smuggling-and-betrayal architecture, the social conscience of Cinema Novo, and the deep well of Portuguese saudade and fado. Looking forward, its legacy is twofold. Within Salles's own filmography it is the seed of everything that follows — the road-movie form and the theme of border-crossing self-discovery run straight through Central Station (1998), The Motorcycle Diaries (2004), and On the Road (2012), and its concern with national reckoning resurfaces in his later work. Within Brazilian and Lusophone cinema more broadly, it helped establish the diasporic, transnational road film as a viable and resonant form for a country grappling with emigration and disillusion. It remains a touchstone for filmmakers and critics thinking about how a national cinema can dramatize its own crisis — a film that turned the catastrophe that nearly killed Brazilian movies into one of the first great works of their revival.
Lines of influence