Oh my God. *blush blush blush* Rarely was an ostentative definition of a-m-a-t-e-u-r-i-s-m given. This movie is a national Shame.
The material, the conception, the setting, it's all quite promising. A thriller with action and good deal of personal drama, all taking place in an exotic environment: the sparsely populated Swedish countryside of the forbidding Wild North. It really could have been something.
It's all squandered with incredible ineptitude.
Looking to the story into some detail, it's bad enough, but nevermind; the awkward way it's all worked out renders it irrelevant. The events don't f-l-o-w. Due to exceptionally bad baaad baaAAAaad directorship the plot hacks it's way forward like barely adjoining pieces of wood simply added along a row: no nuance allowed here. And all this awful overplay, the consistent destroyer of Swedish movie-making; they can't act so they SCREAM for compensation. And the dialog; a sequence of blatantly stupid l-i-n-e-s read by the "actors" like right out of a manuscript they saw for the first time; and the awkward pauses; and the stiff, unnatural poses and statures. Was it shot directly, with no repetition, no rehearsal and no retaking, engaging some no-paid amateur actors called in the very same morning, while the screenplay was still being scribbled down off the top of some guy's head...? If real people behaved like that, their company would sink through the floor with embarrassment. WHY did capable local stars like Helena Bergström and Rolf Lassgård stoop to this trash. It's inexplicable.
The material, the conception, the setting, it's all quite promising. A thriller with action and good deal of personal drama, all taking place in an exotic environment: the sparsely populated Swedish countryside of the forbidding Wild North. It really could have been something.
It's all squandered with incredible ineptitude.
Looking to the story into some detail, it's bad enough, but nevermind; the awkward way it's all worked out renders it irrelevant. The events don't f-l-o-w. Due to exceptionally bad baaad baaAAAaad directorship the plot hacks it's way forward like barely adjoining pieces of wood simply added along a row: no nuance allowed here. And all this awful overplay, the consistent destroyer of Swedish movie-making; they can't act so they SCREAM for compensation. And the dialog; a sequence of blatantly stupid l-i-n-e-s read by the "actors" like right out of a manuscript they saw for the first time; and the awkward pauses; and the stiff, unnatural poses and statures. Was it shot directly, with no repetition, no rehearsal and no retaking, engaging some no-paid amateur actors called in the very same morning, while the screenplay was still being scribbled down off the top of some guy's head...? If real people behaved like that, their company would sink through the floor with embarrassment. WHY did capable local stars like Helena Bergström and Rolf Lassgård stoop to this trash. It's inexplicable.