The problem is that "more of the same" feels less like a victory lap and more like a hangover. The first film was shocking because of its raw, documentary-like violence and amateur energy. The fourth film lacks that shock value. The violence is still there (and graphic), but it has lost its novelty.
Where the film succeeds is in its stubborn refusal to become mainstream. In an era where Portuguese cinema was leaning heavily into gentle comedies ( Ponto Final ) or art-house dramas, Balas e Bolinhos 4 remains proudly ugly. The production design is filthy in the best way. The dialogue is soaked in Porto slang that feels genuinely street-level, not written by a screenwriter who took a taxi through the neighborhood once. balas e bolinhos 4
Director Luís Ismael continues to shoot Porto like a film noir set in a sewer. The night photography is grainy and oppressive—intentionally so. However, the sound mixing remains a persistent problem for this franchise. Dialogue is often swallowed by ambient noise or the jarring electronic score. You will spend a good portion of the film asking, "What did he say?" The problem is that "more of the same"
The acting... is what it is. These are not actors; they are types. Jorge Neto (Rato) commits fully to the madness, and it works. The rest range from effectively stoic to wooden. The violence is still there (and graphic), but