Brazilian director NAME's Good Morning Carlos is no ordinary short film. Described - very accurately, I'd say - by Bocado Inferno as 'insane work, hysterical, eschatological, dirty, surreal,' this fecal festival is not for the faint of heart...
The movie is weird, visceral and clever, paying homage to Fulci et al while carrying echoes of Bad Milo and The Green Inferno. If and when this movie gets wider distribution, check it out!
The official synopsis proceeds thusly:
Carlos is disturbed by a potent restlessness. His analyst is obsessed by the idea of having to eliminate him to save his island, Florianopolis. The island is, par excellence, a disturbed territory. A piece of land disconnected from the continent or territory which emerges from the tremors coming from the center of the world: re-integration with the sea is the ghost who haunts all islands.
There is, in this tense relationship between sea and island, an opposition between civilization and destruction, form and formlessness, culture and chaos, united in a caring and scatological tribute to Carlos Reichenbach, Lucio Fulci and Andrzej Zulawski.
For more details on director NAME's endeavors, see here.