After enjoying a number of Danish films, both comedic and dramatic, this movie was nothing if not a significant disappointment. The actual moments of humor are few and far between. There is little that ties the movie together. One nurses the far flung hope that Frank might finally extricate himself from his own idiocy, but even after finally connecting with his own basic humanness in the relationship to the child, and 6 months in jail, we find him still trapped in an obtuseness that doesn't logically follow. The entire last scene would best have been deleted as it effectively undermines what semblance of redemption and growth were struggling to emerge. Any credible story does end up going somewhere other than where it started. Idiocy in and of itself is not comedy, but pathos. 'Klown' ends up coming full circle back to the status quo of dysfunction that it began with. The only one not particularly embarrassed in this last scene is the child whose genitalia has finally matured. Unfortunately the basic maturation of effective narrative eluded both the director and writer.
