This sophomore feature from American filmmakers Gabriel Abrantes, and Daniel Schmidt is a joyous bizarre tale that is a result of their wonderfully warped imagination. It won’t play well with everyone but if you get pulled in by their sheer lunacy you will so love how it all pans out.
It’s the tale of Diamantino (Carloto Cotta) the world’s most successful football player who is also a strikingly handsome dimwit. He’s been sheltered from the rigours of the outside world by his doting father, and the pair of them enjoy the luxurious living that Diamantino’s wealth has provided. The only fly in the ointment are his rather evil twin sisters (Margarida Moreira & Anabela Moreira) who are perpetually angry and are always plotting on a way to get their hands on his money.
Come the day of the World Cup Final in which Diamantino is helping Portugal win, but then suddenly he misses a penalty shot and this one brief mistake loses the team the game and a disgraced Diamantino loses his career. It is also the day his father dies of a stroke, and so emboldens the Twins to come up with a dastardly plan to finally get their hands on his money.
Their scheme is like something out of James Bond movie where they do a deal with Dr. Lamborghini (Carla Maciel) a geneticist to clone their brother to help a Portuguese Far Right Group in their subversive campaign to get the country to leave the European Community. There is a side effect to the drugs that are being pumped into Diamantino and he starts growing breasts, but the nice-but-dim footballer just dismisses them as lumps.
The only person that can possibly help is Alisha (Cleo Tavares) who is part of a government agency who have been spying o Diamantino who they suspect is money laundering. Despite the objections of her lesbian girlfriend, this 30 year old woman has now infiltrated his household by playing a teenage refugee boy that Diamantino has adopted.
Reading through the description alone makes this sound too bizarre for words but the movie has an energy and a good-spirited madness that make it all so very compelling. Cotto (with more than a passing resemblance to Cristiano Ronaldo) is pitch perfect as the too-innocent man-boy and ensures that we are always in his corner when it seems like the whole world is plotting against him.
Diamantino so deservedly picked up two awards at Cannes Film Festival’s Critic Week including the Grand Jury Prize even though there were (and still are) critics who fail to see the sheer joy of this manic delight.
