A film, no matter if short, featurette or feature, is sometimes more than what is shown but what is felt. In 'Bahia Delivery', Thiago Sobreira Rodrigues did exactly the same thing Jack Kerouack did in 'On the Road' – he created a world where only sky is the limit.
Right before watching this movie we saw that the budget was 0 and we didn’t expect more from it, or better, we had no expectations at all. But after watching it we can say with no doubt that this movie was a trip through life changing experiences, incredible landscapes and genuine events.
In the details section, this movie is categorized as being an experimental documentary and by all means it is, but we think this can go further calling it a stoner-cumentary, because only the stoned ones can empathise perfectly with Thiago Sobreira’s trip experiences. In the case of 'Bahia Delivery', cinematography is not the strong point and we think, from an artistic point of view, that it is exactly how it was supposed to be. The shaky camera and the unusual expressive characters that appear in the short are creating the life-experience effect this movie was seeking.
Being a travel narrative, we would have expected more dialogue and at least one or two staged scenes, but we didn’t get any of them. The natural effect given by the people in this short is something we wouldn’t have expected to see but we were pleasantly surprised to find in this film.
Even though it doesn’t have a well defined ending, we think that the ending of Kerouack’s 'On the Road' is exactly what Thiago Sobreira Rodrigues’s 'Bahia Delivery' needs in order to be a complete trip of the inexperienced in the world: “So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry(…)nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
Review written by Vlad A.G