Imagine Jim Jarmusch getting unavoidably sick with the US and decide to go on a health trip to Norway to get the good old creative juices going full throttle again. There he hooks up with the derelict leftovers of a pageant that marauded the crisp Norwegian landscape and take shelter in two tattered cottages on opposing hillsides. Whiskey galores, insanity reigns supreme and they don't even use chemicals. Their animosity towards each other takes surprising turns as the story unfolds. The characters are deliciously unhinged and we will leave them as a complete surprise for you to discover. Pink-tinted shots of tiny fjords accompanied by a score uncannily reminiscent of Dead Man or Paris, Texas coupled with raw hillbilly debauchery make up for a strange, surreal combination indeed. Comparisons with other masterpieces of the scurrilous are out of place. This is a movie of effortless originality, tragicomic and aesthetically accomplished. Only for the daring moviegoer.
Review of Svidd neger
