Let me pitch a movie idea. There's this gay garbageman, see, and he lives in Portugal, see, and he's a pervert who roams the city at night in a black rubber catsuit and searches out dangerous anonymous sexual encounters. Would you care to invest?

Amazingly enough, someone did, and the result is O Fantasma, a naughty and strangely compelling slice of Lisbon life that proposes, somewhat fuzzily, that without grounding in a healthy loving relationship, we humans quickly devolve into the savage beasts that we truly are.

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