Is There Hope Still?

Apropos Norwegian film, Berlinerpoplene is rather cute. Though the actor playing Margido is branded as evil and despicable due to his always playing the bad-guys when I was young, it is a very pretty series. It started off badly, depressing and boring, but redeemed it self as it went along. Krumme and Erlend are wonderful together, and seem so very comfortable around and with each other, they are, quite simply touching.

Perhaps there is something the film industry in this culture-forsaken country can do right, after all? Perhaps it needs time to develop its characters, and have not yet developed the skills necessary to cram very much into very little space? For that is, in the end, what film is about, no?

I haven't yet dared read the books - I despise Ragde for publicly displaying her lack of knowledge, she claims not to know how tu se commas and simply "throw them about". And finished Michale Cox's The Meaning of Night, and am ambivalent. There were intriguing bits, bloody boring bits and the occasional hilarious bit. Now I am going to read Lessing's "The Grandmothers", or parts of it, before I move on to either Bjørneboe or Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

Is There Hope Still?

Apropos Norwegian film, Berlinerpoplene is rather cute. Though the actor playing Margido is branded as evil and despicable due to his always playing the bad-guys when I was young, it is a very pretty series. It started off badly, depressing and boring, but redeemed it self as it went along. Krumme and Erlend are wonderful together, and seem so very comfortable around and with each other, they are, quite simply touching.

Perhaps there is something the film industry in this culture-forsaken country can do right, after all? Perhaps it needs time to develop its characters, and have not yet developed the skills necessary to cram very much into very little space? For that is, in the end, what film is about, no?

I haven't yet dared read the books - I despise Ragde for publicly displaying her lack of knowledge, she claims not to know how tu se commas and simply "throw them about". And finished Michale Cox's The Meaning of Night, and am ambivalent. There were intriguing bits, bloody boring bits and the occasional hilarious bit. Now I am going to read Lessing's "The Grandmothers", or parts of it, before I move on to either Bjørneboe or Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.