Ted,
I'll put something together soon for you. Unfortunately the best Brazilian audio-visual productions are in TV, not cinema. For many years (after the Carmen Miranda era) the government subsidized Brazilian movie-making and, in collusion with Hollywood, er... stimulus... to top government officials (through the efforts of one tireless backroom friend-of-Brasilia wheeler-dealer from Hollywood named Harry Stone), they practically wrecked the industry.
The idea was to make Brazilian productions that were so awful that the public would go see American ones. It worked, too. The government (through Embrafilme) paid good money to Brazilian filmmakers and encouraged them to make any kind of film they desired. There was no regard for the public since the filmmakers would get their money one way or another through loans that were backed by the negatives to their films.
In other words, a filmmaker filed an application at Embrafilme for a loan and pledged his film as collateral. Then he took half the money and bought personal real estate and spent the other half on what Brazilians disparagingly call "author-films." This term means that the producer-director was also the screenwriter. Then he pranced about pretending he was a big-shot Hollywood director until he released his production to the theaters. (Law provided for a minimum space for new releases, but this was for show to cover over the government's con game.) Nobody would go because the film would not make any sense (and what little did make sense was just terrible), left-wing critics would rave about a daring new film-making language, and the director would haul the negative over to Embrafilme and say, "I can't pay for the loan. Nobody came. Take this." Then the film would sit on the shelves forever more while he would apply for a new loan for a new film.
Producing such a turkey did not disqualify him from being eligible, either. On the contrary, a small group formed around Embrafilme producing one butt-ugly film after another. These dudes—and only these dudes after a while—were able to get financing. Corruptions settled in and these dudes became prolific turkey farmers.
There was a golden era before all this where a Brazilian-American private venture named Vera Cruz made some decent romantic films. They tried to turn tales from Brazil's Northeast badlands into the equivalent of the American Western and they did some very good work.
Here is a fair overview of the industry from Wikipedia:
Cinema of Brazil.
Of course, there are some exceptions to the low quality of Brazilian films.
Bruno Barreto ended up with Spielberg's ex-wife (Amy Irving) and now makes films here in the USA. At least his films have always had a recognizable storyline from the very beginning of his career.
Brazilian films are much better industry-wise at comedy and children's films by famous Brazilian TV stars (Xuxa, Os Trapalhões, etc.), but these are short-run successes to a very targeted audience and they do not export well. In the early years, there was a Brazilian version of the kind of slapstick work The Three Stooges did, Oscarito.
Probably the best formula Brazil ever came up with for movies was called the
pornochanchada. This was a genre in the 70's of lightly erotic comedies, often with a strong dramatic element. The critics called it sexploitation, but it was strictly soft-core. Actually, the critics killed it through excessive sneering and now these same critics usually lament the golden days when Brazilians actually went to see some Brazilian movies. If you want to have an idea of what this kind of this kind of movie is, the last
pornochanchada I saw was an American production, although it is not classified as
pornochanchada:
Striptease with Demi Moore. All the essential elements are there. If you change the background to Brazil and replace the American actors and actresses with Brazilian ones, you can leave the rest identical and it would be a first-rate
pornochanchada.
I will try to remember something good from down there, something specific, but it's a tough order.
btw - Did you check out
Quigley Down Under?
Michael