"Now that the men have destroyed everything, we will have to move to the city."
If this movie had been made 50 years ago, the statement could have been understood ironically, in other words to mock the female character that said it. But considering that this is a 2022 movie, and from one of the most politically-correct regions in the world, it is highly doubtful that there is even a hint of irony in it. We are very probably meant to take this literally, at face value, because obviously male toxic swine are at fault for everything, and women as a "minority" are their perpetual victims.
A pretty ridiculous point to make, considering that the woman who said it as well as her female friend both cheated on their husbands which resulted in the death of the barber with whom they had affairs, plus there was the suicide of one of the two husbands. So if anybody destroyed anything, it's those two wives. As usual, no accountability whatsoever... Just like children.
Furthermore, who was it that signed those papers rendering all those men unemployed? It was a woman. She may have felt guilty about it, but she signed the papers nonetheless.
Yeah, about that... The main character loses his job at the beginning, but half an hour later we see him working at another job: no explanation whatsoever. At least not for almost 15 minutes. Thanks, movie!
Just as we don't understand what the burning car was about, and many other things. After roughly 40 minutes this deadpan comedy/drama/whatever gets all pompous on us by turning surreal, and in a fairly uninteresting and very stupid way. Nothing remotely intellectual about any of this, you've been lied to. The old fill-in-the-gaps-yourself Picasso con.
A movie can get away with deadpan humor if it's executed right, with the appropriate script and deft direction. But when the dialogue is mostly boring, obvious or nonsensical that deadpan delivery becomes a harakiri move by the film.
The first half hour is alright, promising at least a modicum of entertainment. Unfortunately, right after the guy kills himself, so does the movie too commit suicide. And this is literally the only symbolism that the movie succeeded in, if only completely unintentionally.
The second half of the film reveals the writer's misguided ambitions shaped as a philosophical film. He must have mixed up philosophy with random babbling, though to be fair these two things have been known to cross paths on occasion... So perhaps in a sense he was being true to some of the "greats" of semantic-gymnastic pseudo-intellectual hogwash that we all call Philosophy. Characters say deeply "profound" things out of the blue, completely out of context, and not to dissimilar to the very wise musings posted on Facebook by housewives and other kitchen philosophers. Even worse, the film commits a cardinal sin by making kids talk like adults. Not just average adults, but intellectuals. Or at least quasi-intellectuals... The main character's son makes no sense, nor does the little girl that he was in love with, yet who appears only once or twice very briefly. She too only talks gibberish.
Things just happen randomly, they aren't explained, and they bring nothing to the table in terms of story. Because there is no story. The psychic appears out of nowhere, he isn't even properly introduced, he simply starts his shtick as if we knew him from before. The entire second half is like this. Random nonsense with no rhyme or reason.
The death of the psychic and the violence that he perpetrates just before his demise is complete and utter rubbish. Writing of the laziest kind. At the latest here the movie completely disintegrates.
The passive nature of the characters isn't funny, it's moronic. The fat guy kills his wife's lover with an axe, yet she barely reacts despite sitting half a meter away from the action. The main character gets his face smashed in, yet none of the 30 people react, much less help. The main character watches his son enter a burning car wreckage, and he just stands there, emotionless, as if Finnish kids were trained since kindergarten to do this. That's why this movie isn't deadpan strictly speaking, it is deadbrain. Or braindead if you like.
Needless to say, and so very predictably for this allegedly unpredictable film, there is no conclusion whatsoever. Somebody started writing a comedy drama, then accidentally took a large dose of Bolivian mushrooms, and the rest is history. A page from cinema history that nobody will care about. Nobody cares about it now let alone in 50 years.
If this movie had been made 50 years ago, the statement could have been understood ironically, in other words to mock the female character that said it. But considering that this is a 2022 movie, and from one of the most politically-correct regions in the world, it is highly doubtful that there is even a hint of irony in it. We are very probably meant to take this literally, at face value, because obviously male toxic swine are at fault for everything, and women as a "minority" are their perpetual victims.
A pretty ridiculous point to make, considering that the woman who said it as well as her female friend both cheated on their husbands which resulted in the death of the barber with whom they had affairs, plus there was the suicide of one of the two husbands. So if anybody destroyed anything, it's those two wives. As usual, no accountability whatsoever... Just like children.
Furthermore, who was it that signed those papers rendering all those men unemployed? It was a woman. She may have felt guilty about it, but she signed the papers nonetheless.
Yeah, about that... The main character loses his job at the beginning, but half an hour later we see him working at another job: no explanation whatsoever. At least not for almost 15 minutes. Thanks, movie!
Just as we don't understand what the burning car was about, and many other things. After roughly 40 minutes this deadpan comedy/drama/whatever gets all pompous on us by turning surreal, and in a fairly uninteresting and very stupid way. Nothing remotely intellectual about any of this, you've been lied to. The old fill-in-the-gaps-yourself Picasso con.
A movie can get away with deadpan humor if it's executed right, with the appropriate script and deft direction. But when the dialogue is mostly boring, obvious or nonsensical that deadpan delivery becomes a harakiri move by the film.
The first half hour is alright, promising at least a modicum of entertainment. Unfortunately, right after the guy kills himself, so does the movie too commit suicide. And this is literally the only symbolism that the movie succeeded in, if only completely unintentionally.
The second half of the film reveals the writer's misguided ambitions shaped as a philosophical film. He must have mixed up philosophy with random babbling, though to be fair these two things have been known to cross paths on occasion... So perhaps in a sense he was being true to some of the "greats" of semantic-gymnastic pseudo-intellectual hogwash that we all call Philosophy. Characters say deeply "profound" things out of the blue, completely out of context, and not to dissimilar to the very wise musings posted on Facebook by housewives and other kitchen philosophers. Even worse, the film commits a cardinal sin by making kids talk like adults. Not just average adults, but intellectuals. Or at least quasi-intellectuals... The main character's son makes no sense, nor does the little girl that he was in love with, yet who appears only once or twice very briefly. She too only talks gibberish.
Things just happen randomly, they aren't explained, and they bring nothing to the table in terms of story. Because there is no story. The psychic appears out of nowhere, he isn't even properly introduced, he simply starts his shtick as if we knew him from before. The entire second half is like this. Random nonsense with no rhyme or reason.
The death of the psychic and the violence that he perpetrates just before his demise is complete and utter rubbish. Writing of the laziest kind. At the latest here the movie completely disintegrates.
The passive nature of the characters isn't funny, it's moronic. The fat guy kills his wife's lover with an axe, yet she barely reacts despite sitting half a meter away from the action. The main character gets his face smashed in, yet none of the 30 people react, much less help. The main character watches his son enter a burning car wreckage, and he just stands there, emotionless, as if Finnish kids were trained since kindergarten to do this. That's why this movie isn't deadpan strictly speaking, it is deadbrain. Or braindead if you like.
Needless to say, and so very predictably for this allegedly unpredictable film, there is no conclusion whatsoever. Somebody started writing a comedy drama, then accidentally took a large dose of Bolivian mushrooms, and the rest is history. A page from cinema history that nobody will care about. Nobody cares about it now let alone in 50 years.