The movie was promising. After reading some reviews I really thought I would watch some of the great Brazilian movies that have not been done for almost two decades. It's also a nostalgia movie, which refers to my childhood, which happened exactly at that time. The film starts well and is developing reasonably. Then we begin to perceive the work completely and we find that it is very poorly written. The story does not have a good script, nor a good flow. The second part is lost in a cauldron of cliches involving cocaine, sex and family dramas, without the viewer even caring about any character. Even the scenes of nudity, and those who set out to be sexy do not thrill, because there is no chemistry between the characters and no coherence in the story. Between the clown and the producer, from where it could have extracted some emotion, nothing relevant happens and you'll find out in the credits that the two ended up getting married. Finally, the bibliographical inconsistencies are striking. Why make a film inspired by the life of the third actor to play Bozo in Brazil, if in fact are mixed the trajectories of other brazilian Bozos? It makes no sense.
Review of Bingo: The King of the Mornings
