After the death of one of the sisters, an unexpected crisis sets in in the family. Alice's absence ends up triggering a series of events that reveal the precariousness of the relationships that were established throughout a lifetime inside that old house.

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An empty house with demolished walls. The backyard is overgrown with weeds as if the house was abandoned. Alice's bedroom door is always closed. It's the husband's way of protecting the dead wife's memory. A small dining table (as a symbol of family gathering), but its chairs are always scattered around the house. This is the scenario of Alice Sends Her Love, a film whose premise is the failure of patriarchal societies and the late need for revision, revolution, and liberation of bodies.

Three words guided the creation of this film: desire, vulnerability, and precariousness.

The first is the engine of the others. It is the hurricane generated by the autistic son's passion and incomprehension that reveals the fragility of those relationships, the routine monotony to which everyone is used to and the precariousness of everything that was built: abandonment, lack of desire, lack of perspectives. It is the death of woman and of the feminine.

But it is precisely in the void that the wind and the gale are generated, from the need to move to fill it. It is the lack that moves us. It is necessary to occupy the spaces left: open the door and scouring memory, review conventions and traditions: removing everything from its place to find a new possible.

Time is the main agent of this film. The camera is always in motion, alive. As if we were Alice's hidden presence. One full year passes after her death, but there aren't cuts to represent the ellipses. The film is made up of 3 long sequence shots that always start and end at Alice's bedroom door. Such a choice generates a feeling that life in that house turns in circles, that the days are always the same and that the roots/chains only be broken when each one understands that life is above all: movement.

Rodrigo Portella