
Amanda
Carolina Cavalli’s debut feature operates on a frequency of razor-sharp deadpan malaise, turning 20-something drift into a sharp social satire. The film thrives on offbeat rhythms, pastel compositions, and an existential unease tailored for post-adolescent isolation. At its beating core is a true revelation: an unvarnished, anti-heroic tour de force marked by slouches, oversized vests, and defensive bluntness. Rather than playing for cheap sympathy, she embraces the prickly friction of an outsider desperate to engineer human connection. It remains her crowning career achievement to date, crystallizing her status as one of European cinema’s most daring and singular modern voices.













