In a cinematic landscape often choked with formula, this film emerges like a strange flower pushing through frostbitten soil. It's an unusual, one-of-a-kind creation-bizarre, yes, but never grotesque; its oddness is clean, almost naïve, as if it wandered in from a dream that doesn't quite know it's a nightmare.
Firmly rooted in the cold, misty terrain of Scandinavian storytelling, the film embraces the region's dark clichés-stoic silences, emotional undercurrents thicker than snowdrifts, and bleakly beautiful landscapes-only to twist them ever so gently. There's a quiet humour humming underneath the melancholy, like a candle flickering in a wintry cabin.
Despite its eerie tone and occasionally unsettling moments, the film is undeniably likeable. It doesn't try to shock, but rather to charm you into its strange rhythm. A little offbeat, a little uncanny, but deeply sincere-it's a rare gem for those willing to step off the well-lit path and into the soft, snow-laced shadows. Recommended.
