In the film, pedagogy even has to share space with the carnal frisson of the dance floor.

“I Only Rest in the Storm” is the kind of film that thrives in a rarefied cinematic environment like Cannes, offering so many talking points that audiences exit the film wanting to argue about it with each other.

Overall, the big swings this wending odyssey takes in merging genres and weighty ideas do pay off -- it’s a gargantuan, continent-crossing feat.

Pedro Pinho crafts an odyssey-like film of three and a half hours that functions as an exceptional, feverish, and somnambulistic political and poetic manifesto. [Full review in Spanish]