I nearly didn't write this review. I mean it's just film isn't it? Writing something involves effort, creativity, thought. I could just get out, get drunk, fall down, sleep around. Wake up and repeat. Would the world be any different if I did. Bleurgh,.
The glory of this film is in the world it shows. Reykjavik life for the 20-something. Permanently avoiding, well, something. Not really sure what, but it needs to be ignored. And as this is Reykjavik, it's cold. This world takes place indoors, in small, densely populated space, in warm clothes. Human contact seems to be more for survival and avoiding freezing to death rather than for intimacy. Alcohol blurs the real world and takes off its sharp edges. The nights are long in the cold. No one can see you. You're alone. Insulated from reality. Insular. That's life in Iceland. It's going to be hard to escape. Even Glasgow seems like an exciting, tropical paradise with exotic goods and thrilling times to be had.
Going away from that into the realm of plot and character, I get lost. I don't know these people. Are they real? The lead character has so much stuff happening to him and around him. He's so wrapped up inside himself and can't engage with it, let alone articulate his feelings. He hates those around him and yet wants people. He's still a teenager despite being in his mid-20s. It's unfortunate that the actor plays him as mischievous, always with a gleam in the eye. To me that just didn't fit. Is it possible to be playful whilst feeling misery, anger and angst? Maybe the characters feelings were buried so far within his layers of clothing that I couldn't see what was going on. What it comes down to is that I didn't like him, I don't know him and yet his day to day life doesn't seem that unusual. A misshapen character. I'm don't think Reykjavik is that alien.
The plot is bordering on farce. Nothing wrong with that, only the comedy often falls flat, and can seem inappropriate. I love black humour, only this wasn't a dark belly laugh, it was more of a greyed-out smirk. It's also incidental to the character development. He's trying to get out, he tries all sorts of things, though in the end, his only way out being to grow up, but only after he's tried to kill himself. Half-heartedly, of course.
If you're not in the market for dodgy pig and dog videos, watch this for what your life could be like once you've exhausted all the opportunities your environment offers you. It's not pretty.
The glory of this film is in the world it shows. Reykjavik life for the 20-something. Permanently avoiding, well, something. Not really sure what, but it needs to be ignored. And as this is Reykjavik, it's cold. This world takes place indoors, in small, densely populated space, in warm clothes. Human contact seems to be more for survival and avoiding freezing to death rather than for intimacy. Alcohol blurs the real world and takes off its sharp edges. The nights are long in the cold. No one can see you. You're alone. Insulated from reality. Insular. That's life in Iceland. It's going to be hard to escape. Even Glasgow seems like an exciting, tropical paradise with exotic goods and thrilling times to be had.
Going away from that into the realm of plot and character, I get lost. I don't know these people. Are they real? The lead character has so much stuff happening to him and around him. He's so wrapped up inside himself and can't engage with it, let alone articulate his feelings. He hates those around him and yet wants people. He's still a teenager despite being in his mid-20s. It's unfortunate that the actor plays him as mischievous, always with a gleam in the eye. To me that just didn't fit. Is it possible to be playful whilst feeling misery, anger and angst? Maybe the characters feelings were buried so far within his layers of clothing that I couldn't see what was going on. What it comes down to is that I didn't like him, I don't know him and yet his day to day life doesn't seem that unusual. A misshapen character. I'm don't think Reykjavik is that alien.
The plot is bordering on farce. Nothing wrong with that, only the comedy often falls flat, and can seem inappropriate. I love black humour, only this wasn't a dark belly laugh, it was more of a greyed-out smirk. It's also incidental to the character development. He's trying to get out, he tries all sorts of things, though in the end, his only way out being to grow up, but only after he's tried to kill himself. Half-heartedly, of course.
If you're not in the market for dodgy pig and dog videos, watch this for what your life could be like once you've exhausted all the opportunities your environment offers you. It's not pretty.