Pedro Peralta

Nascimento : , Lisbon, Portugal

História

Pedro Peralta was born in Lisbon, where he lives and works. In 2012, he directed the short film MUPEPY MUNATIM (2012), selected and distinguished in several national and international festivals. In 2016 directed the short film ASCENSION, internationally premiered at the Critics' Week of the Cannes Film Festival and selected in more than seventy festivals. Since 2013 he has worked at the film production company Terratreme Filmes, where he coordinates the distribution. He is currently working on the development of his first feature film, KA.

Filmes

Noite Perpétua
Writer
Castuera, Espanha, Abril de 1939. Durante a noite dois Guardas Falangistas surgem à porta da casa onde Paz se encontra refugiada com a família. Solicitam a sua presença na esquadra. Paz compreende imediatamente a fatalidade desta visita nocturna. Sem possibilidade de fuga, pede para amamentar a sua filha recém nascida uma última vez.
Noite Perpétua
Director
Castuera, Espanha, Abril de 1939. Durante a noite dois Guardas Falangistas surgem à porta da casa onde Paz se encontra refugiada com a família. Solicitam a sua presença na esquadra. Paz compreende imediatamente a fatalidade desta visita nocturna. Sem possibilidade de fuga, pede para amamentar a sua filha recém nascida uma última vez.
Lá Fora as Laranjas Estão a Nascer
Editor
No alto das montanhas, um homem vive só numa aldeia defunta. Errando pela natureza enevoada, vagueando entre as paredes do seu escuro lar, ele aguenta a sua condição humana que o condena a servir o mundo que ele abandonou.
Ascensão
Director
At dawn, a group of peasants tries to rescue the body of a young man from the inside of a well. Women veil their faces in silence while men endure the situation. In the centre of it all, a mother awaits her son's body. How can life cease to be when in nature there is an enduring renewal?
Mupepy Munatim
Director
As he learns his mother died, a man who had left for France to find a job and a living is now returning to Portugal. We follow his wanderings, the places he forgot. We feel the stranger he has become in the eyes of the other people. Gone long ago, he didn't know then he would lose everything. He has now to grieve his own way.