Just like there are weeaboos, there should be a name for fans of Iceland. There is a certain small but loyal group of western hipsters who overrate everything that comes from Iceland.
My first Icelandic movie is a bit of a dud. Silver lining: they still make much better movies than Sigur Ros and their black metal buddies make music. For whatever it's worth. And there are some nice vistas.
Very drawn out ghost mystery with a plot resolution that's somewhat confusing and unsatisfying. So basically the doctor's kid disappears while playing hide-and-seek with an autistic child, and at that same time mysterious deaths start all over Iceland with all the victims having multiple crosses engraved on their bodies. Yet the authorities only start noticing a pattern after the 6th victim... Really, movie? Icelandic police is that incompetent? Yes, well, a low murder-rate in a highly civilized society will do that to a police force, make the cops dull-witted, unprepared and inefficient. Or even more dull-witted and inefficient, I mean.
Dumber still, the lost kid had a serious medical condition, yet he was allowed to play hide and bloody seek with an autistic kid without anyone watching over them. Really, Iceland? Is that common practice to let young children with medical issues run around the town unsupervised? No wonder their population never rises above 300,000.
Why did the kid's demise bring the ghost of the missing kid from 60 years earlier on a revenge spree? What had it been waiting for all that time? Another kid had to snuff it so that the ghost would finally take revenge? Fine logic.
The mystery moves at a snail's pace, and it isn't even gripping - as mysteries kinda should be. The film is a half-hour too long. It's only mildly interesting. Then comes the dumb semi-confusing "resolution" and that's it, folks! Now you can efff off to your dumb Sigur Ros CDs!
And what's with the bloody mobile phone having no signal? This isn't 2002. Gimme a break with that tired old plot-device. You can go to the center of the Amazon rain-forest these days and get a signal. The Moon? I wouldn't bet against it...
My first Icelandic movie is a bit of a dud. Silver lining: they still make much better movies than Sigur Ros and their black metal buddies make music. For whatever it's worth. And there are some nice vistas.
Very drawn out ghost mystery with a plot resolution that's somewhat confusing and unsatisfying. So basically the doctor's kid disappears while playing hide-and-seek with an autistic child, and at that same time mysterious deaths start all over Iceland with all the victims having multiple crosses engraved on their bodies. Yet the authorities only start noticing a pattern after the 6th victim... Really, movie? Icelandic police is that incompetent? Yes, well, a low murder-rate in a highly civilized society will do that to a police force, make the cops dull-witted, unprepared and inefficient. Or even more dull-witted and inefficient, I mean.
Dumber still, the lost kid had a serious medical condition, yet he was allowed to play hide and bloody seek with an autistic kid without anyone watching over them. Really, Iceland? Is that common practice to let young children with medical issues run around the town unsupervised? No wonder their population never rises above 300,000.
Why did the kid's demise bring the ghost of the missing kid from 60 years earlier on a revenge spree? What had it been waiting for all that time? Another kid had to snuff it so that the ghost would finally take revenge? Fine logic.
The mystery moves at a snail's pace, and it isn't even gripping - as mysteries kinda should be. The film is a half-hour too long. It's only mildly interesting. Then comes the dumb semi-confusing "resolution" and that's it, folks! Now you can efff off to your dumb Sigur Ros CDs!
And what's with the bloody mobile phone having no signal? This isn't 2002. Gimme a break with that tired old plot-device. You can go to the center of the Amazon rain-forest these days and get a signal. The Moon? I wouldn't bet against it...