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...Rio de Janeiro
...wrote a short note and sent it to the president of Brazil's Senate: "Because of my inauguration tomorrow as President of the republic, I have the honor of presenting your excellency this declaration of the worldly goods which I possess." There were seven items: an apartment in Rio worth $5,000, four parcels of stock worth $9,000, "one Aero-Willys automobile, 1961 model" and "a perpetual tomb in the São João Batista cemetery in Rio de Janeiro." The note was the considered duty of an honest man, and it marked the first time...
...point there was even talk of cracking down on ex-President Juscelino Kubitschek-on grounds of corruption. ("Juscelino! Juscelino!" cried a group in front of his Rio apartment. Kubitschek came to the window, beaming. "Thief! Thief!" they cried.) In Recife, troops searching for the sister of an imprisoned leftist governor went so far as to invade the palace of Archbishop Dom Helder Camara, Brazil's leading churchman. The angry archbishop telephoned the regional army commander, and a colonel came racing to order the troops away. That same day, Dom Helder and 16 of his bishops joined in issuing...
...point last week, some 10,000 political prisoners had been rounded up -4,000 in Rio alone. In Guanabara Bay, a white luxury liner and grey navy transport were pressed into service as temporary jails. As the purges spread, the military clamped tight censorship on all news. Long-distance phone calls were monitored, government troops moved into wire service offices, edited stories and poked through files...
Strikingly photographed, the film, taken from a Rio stage success, reveals its origin in occasional talkiness and the stagy pace of comings and goings. Its anticlerical theme seems partly inadvertent, for the characters show little shading: if the priest is merely obdurate, Ze is fanatic. The Given Word's strength lies in the vitality that pulses through an astringent morality play, filling it with the cries of pitchmen and voodoo women and street-corner poets, the hip-heaving dancers and gourd-rattling hipsters who almost make humanity look worth dying...