The Brazilian film "Cinema, Aspirins and Vultures" is, as might be expected from its quixotic title, a story of moving pictures, analgesics and scavengers. But this road movie about two men traveling the dusty byways of the largest country in Latin America is also about how a little imagination and a quality cinematographer can triumph over a poverty of means. Set in 1942 and principally inside the cab of a truck, it is the sort of human-scale production that holds your attention with good acting, nice lighting and a screenplay that favors thought over action, thoughtful incident over full-blown episode. Here, neither people nor vultures pick at bones. ? Manohla Dargis