In one sequence of this lurid and delirious prose poem by Brazilian underground bad boy Ivan Cardoso, local pop culture icon José Mojica Marins speaks on camera. A moment later we watch as a woman masturbates over a magazine featuring Coffin Joe, made famous by Marins. In Cardoso’s vision of the world, the division between high and low art was passé even before this was acknowledged by university-level cultural disciplines – and nothing illustrates that better than the scene in which the music of John Cage accompanies the shaving of a woman’s crotch. The film collage demonstrates how close Cardoso’s freethinking work is to blatantly salacious exploitation films, but also how it is deeply rooted in local (pop) culture, which it approaches with romantic fascination. Although he is undoubtedly an outsider among filmmakers, it’s still possible to perceive his approach as artlessly philosophical and timeless – kind of like plastic vampire teeth that never age.