“Rio de Janeiro is a postcard; sun and sand, samba and funk, chaos and commotion. A mutating marvel, a “hot blood city”, as one of its most celebrated poets, the anarchic Fausto Fawcett, once sang; it really does reach 40 degrees here. Even in winter.

It is not a film set, not a location. It is from this place that King Kong draws a fragment of multiple youth cultures intertwining across the hills, alleyways, ballrooms, dance floors, and creative studios; through the streets and back alleys of the favelas, along the asphalt and the world’s most famous promenade, that of Copacabana Beach.”