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Benedikt ErlingssonScenario:
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Bergsteinn BjörgúlfssonActeurs:
Helgi Björnsson, Halldóra Geirharðsdóttir, Kristbjörg Kjeld, Ingvar Sigurðsson, Charlotte Bøving, Sigríður María Egilsdóttir, Maria Ellingsen (meer)Samenvattingen(1)
In een onherbergzame IJslandse vallei spelen paarden net zo’n belangrijke rol in de gemeenschap als mensen. Met hun karakteristieke, begrijpende ogen bezien zij het bestaan van hun berijders, die, net zoals zij, lijken te leven naar hun dierlijke instincten. De dorpelingen trotseren samen met de dieren - en dankzij de broodnodige hartversterkers - de ijzige omstandigheden in het oogstrelend mooie landschap. De gedrongen, maar ijzersterke IJslandse paarden hebben net zoveel karakter en ballen als hun bazen. (Amstelfilm)
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This is truly bizarre. It's definitely not a film from the point of view of horses (as the film is presented), although there are more of them in this film than the quirky Icelanders (who are portrayed in the film as really big idiots). Sometimes it's comical, sometimes it's sad or tragic. In any case, it’s weird. However, it is definitely not a film suitable for horse lovers (they would probably run away from the cinema during the scene with the prolapse of the horse's entrails, which happened during the screening I went to). The best prerequisite for enjoying the film is to have a sense of really, really black humor.
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This film shows the essence of Iceland. You get to see crazy situations, the blending of man and nature, and a proof that Icelanders like their Icelandic type of horse even more than they like themselves. Then there is a string of absurdities where you don’t know whether to cry or laugh. While watching you’re so shocked you forget to laugh. Addin the tons of beautifully gloomy shots of the Icelandic nature, which talk to my soul. Nod bad… it’s crazy and objectivelly would probably deserve three stars but I’ll add the fourth thanks to my enthusiasm for Iceland.
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A horse as both an integrated object of love and a tool. Often to its detriment... The lively music matches the rhythm of trots, canters, and gaits; if there’s any whinnying, it’s rarely of dark humor. After two Icelandic triple measures, the viewer realizes that what is permitted for the lord is not permitted for the commoner. The purity of the Icelandic pony has been preserved for over a thousand years by banning the breeding of other breeds, but from this, it’s unclear whether the same approach benefits the locals. Benedikt Erlingsson's trademarks: the stubbornness of Icelanders, the beauty of the local landscape, and a foreigner on a bicycle.
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I went in for a dose of Scandinavian black humour, but I really wasn’t expecting this. The jokes run one after the other. Ideal film for horse people.
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A very peculiar story from Iceland flavored with music reminiscent of Emir Kusturica. I genuinely felt sorry for the horses, seeing how terribly their owners sometimes treated them, but on the other hand, the absurdity of some situations really amused me. The height of the monstrosity of the coexistence of man and horse seemed to me to be when, in a snowstorm, a stray young man killed the horse that had carried him on its back all the way, and after eviscerating its entrails, hid in it to survive the cold. Despite such madness, however, the local villagers seemed to genuinely love their horses. I had very mixed feelings while watching the film, but I certainly wasn't bored - I don't think that was possible.
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