A topsy-turvy tale of anarchy and rebellion in a small Swedish town.
I saw this in London back in 1971 (in The Times, Baker Street if I remember correctly) and I haven't had an opportunity to see it since. It was a strange, wonderful, exuberant film, which, although in black and white, stays in the mind as colourful (probably because of a sequence in a classroom where teacher and pupils paint themselves). I recall that it was on the Guardian's list of the top ten films that year. The next (and, sadly, last) film I was able to see by Stellan Olsson was his classic Sven Klang's Combo, for many one of the greatest jazz films ever made.
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