The Secret Agent (O Agente Secreto)

The many faces of Moura in the throes of a black mark with a stench in Brazilian history. 

In the aftermath of a successful Operation Condor, a civilian with no connection to the underground revolution tries to pick up the pieces of his decimated life. The Secret Agent’s sauce lies in its ambiguity around well-defined and categorized genres. It refuses to choose whether it is a spy thriller or a legal drama surrounding justice. Rather it takes a very personal route and intersects here and there with a corrupt system at the core which can’t be shaken down by the proletariat, symbolized by the lost forlorn faces staring at the daily affairs of the state, especially its effects on the press. 

With bright, saturated colors of yellow, blue and green, it lures the viewers in so that the blood stains get relegated in order to show how once a democratic country due to the communist purging and red scare doesn’t bat its eyes anymore towards the ubiquitous and inhumane nature of cruelty. With short intense bursts of brutality in the form of residual effects of post-violence, The Secret Agent demonstrates apathy and callousness linked with how most of the population aren’t even aware of the bloody chapters anymore and one or two generations later, how with political change, most people move on while some clung on to it with the hope that they would figure out a semblance as to why and how it all happened.

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