The Man of the Year

Synopsis: In Rio, Máiquel is without prospects. He's philosophical and low-key. When he loses a bet and must dye his hair blond, life changes: he finds new confidence, he asks Cledir, the hairdresser, on a date, and when he's teased by a local tough kid, he murders him. Instead of an arrest, Máiquel's a local hero; the cops look the other way. He and Cledir become lovers, his victim's girlfriend Érica, who's 15, insists that he protect her and moves into his small flat, and job offers come his way from a group of rich men who want to settle scores and get rid of local riff-raff. Where can this business go, and what about the triangle of Cledir, Érica and Máiquel? He just wants to be normal?
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Production: Film Movement
  8 wins & 12 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
105 min

Before you're born...

someone, maybe God, defines exactly

how he's going to f*** your life.

This was my theory.

God only thinks about

men at the start...

when He decides whether their

life is going to be good or bad.

If He's in a hurry,

He makes a war, or a tornado...

and kills off a whole bunch

of people without a thought.

But He did think about me.


So, have you chosen?

- This one.

- Nowadays men are like women.

Liposuction, waxing, getting rid of

wrinkles, peeling, botox, everything.

For instance, now it 's trendy

for men to dye their hair blond.

- Yesterday, I did two myself.

- In my case it was a bet.

I don't like my clients looking.

Spoils the surprise.

- What bet was that?

- Soccer.

Losing is terrible. Who lost?


Oh, my God.

I shouldn't have left

it so long, but...

I think you'll like it.

Hope so.

It's nearly platinum blonde.

What's wrong, didn't you like it?

I can dye it again, if you want.

I've always thought I was ugly.

Never enjoyed looking in the mirror.

But on that day it was different.

I looked at that face that was mine

but wasn't mine. A blond...

a stranger.

I spent my whole life wishing

lwere someone else.

And there I felt my time had come.

What are you doing tonight?

So, what are we going to do?

I wanted to take Cledir to a motel

and f*** all night long.

But I' d promise to pass

by Gonzaga's bar...

and show my cousin Robinson

that I' d paid my debt.

I could've gone there another time,

but I felt like going right then.

I was feeling good...

and wanted to show everyone

the new Miquel.

Where's Robinson?

- What the f***'s that?

- What's up? What am I, a clown?

You look funny.

- In what way, brother?

- What do you mean? Just funny.

You look like a gringo.

You telling me I look like a fag?

You walk in here looking like a

gringo and I can't think it's funny?

What's your problem?

I'not a f*ggot and I'm not a clown.

I don't like you laughing

when I walk in here.

That 's the problem.

Look, Miquel...

I didn't call you a fag...

but I am now.

If you ask me...

any man who dyes his hair blond

like that, like you did...

has to be a fag, and big time.

C'mon. Weren't we going to dance?

Miquel, come and have

a beer with us, man.

Go f*** yourself.

Don't mess around with that guy.

Forget it.

You're the f*ggot, Suel. Let's go

outside settle this sh*t like men.

Come on, let's go!

- I'm so scared of you.

- Let 's go!

Hey c'mon! Stop that now!

No fighting in my bar!

I'm with my girlfriend tonight.

I'll deal with you another time.

Whenever you like, Blondie.

- Let 's go.

- Tomorrow. Midday, here.

I couldn't sleep at night

thinking about Suel.

And my tooth was killing me.

I shouldn't have done that.

I had gotten myself in a duel.

Suel surely had a gun. I had never

held a gun before, damn it.

I was going to stay home quiet,

and forget that guy.

F*** him.

I wasn't gonna go out.

Reach for your gun, Suel.

Fire away, Blondie.

That's how things began.

In this stupid way.

I never thought I' d kill someone.

And all because of a bet.



I wanted to run away,

to leave town but I just stood...

standing there.

I was afraid of Suel' s friends,

afraid of the cops, of going to jail.

I just wanted to put

an end to that agony.

I was going to hand myself in.

- Hand yourself in, like hell!

- Like hell!

I told you not to mess with Suel!

- You've got to get away fast.

- Take that car you've been using...

...and go to the countryside.

- No, the Maverick's due tomorrow!

You should go further,

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Rubem Fonseca

Rubem Fonseca (born May 11, 1925) is a Brazilian writer. He was born in Juiz de Fora, in the state of Minas Gerais, but he has lived most of his life in Rio de Janeiro. In 1952, he started his career as a low-level cop and, later became a police commissioner, one of the highest ranks in the civil police of Brazil. Following the steps of American novelist Thomas Pynchon, a close friend of Fonseca, he refuses to give interviews and feels strongly about maintaining his privacy.His stories are dark and gritty, filled with violence and sexual content, and usually set in an urban environment. He claims a writer should have the courage to show what most people are afraid to say. His work is considered groundbreaking in Brazilian literature, up until then mostly focused on rural settings and usually treating cities with less interest. Almost all Brazilian contemporary writers acknowledge Fonseca's importance. Authors from the rising generation of Brazilian writers, such as Patrícia Melo or Luis Ruffato, have stated that Fonseca's writing has influenced their work.He started his career by writing short stories, considered by some critics as his strongest literary creations. His first popular novel was A Grande Arte (High Art), but "Agosto" is usually considered his best work. In 2003, he won the Camões Prize, considered to be the most important award in the Portuguese language. more…

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