Marta Sousa Ribeiro

Idling afternoons, drugs, heartbreaks, psychedelic moods immersed in music. An adrenaline rush. Lisbon as the backdrop for a drifting youth.

Idling afternoons, drugs, heartbreaks, psychedelic moods immersed in music. An adrenaline rush. Lisbon as the backdrop for a drifting youth.

A group of disillusioned youths in Lisbon are consumed by the promise of the “club”. Irreverent, alien, and playful, the film takes the...

In the second half of the 1980s, an Portuguese independent music publisher was created, Ama Romanta. It was the alternative to the hidden censorship...

Fábio’s a tough dealer from the neighborhood of Mouraria. He knows everyone and everyone knows him. Fighting to stay alive, he deals...

A November day in Porto, in a square where skaters jump up a flight of stairs. Three characters share a moment, which is divided into three...

A November day in Porto, in a square where skaters jump up a flight of stairs. Three characters share a moment, which is divided into three...

A November day in Porto, in a square where skaters jump up a flight of stairs. Three characters share a moment, which is divided into three...

In a remote rural area, a woman on the run has a supernatural encounter surrounded by enigmatic sounds. As she immerses herself in that reality, she...

A Dominican hairdresser's in Buenos Aires serves as a meeting place for all sorts of people. A place where music links them, from reggaeton to modern...

It's last week at school, but Simon's not studying for his finals. His parents have divorced and seem to be waiting for a change that never comes....

It's last week at school, but Simon's not studying for his finals. His parents have divorced and seem to be waiting for a change that never comes....

It's last week at school, but Simon's not studying for his finals. His parents have divorced and seem to be waiting for a change that never comes....

Images from my family archive remind me of a text by Borges. Little by little, I transform Averroes into my grandfather, my grandfather into Borges...

Images from my family archive remind me of a text by Borges. Little by little, I transform Averroes into my grandfather, my grandfather into Borges...

The character in red is contained in a web of repeated and interlocking actions of her routine. However, the yearn to free herself from automatisms...

The character in red is contained in a web of repeated and interlocking actions of her routine. However, the yearn to free herself from automatisms...

The character in red is contained in a web of repeated and interlocking actions of her routine. However, the yearn to free herself from automatisms...