Becker runs a business in Tingsryd, Småland, Sweden, specialized in garden furniture. In fact he sells everything you can make a profit from, including black labour from the Baltic ...
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Becker runs a business in Tingsryd, Småland, Sweden, specialized in garden furniture. In fact he sells everything you can make a profit from, including black labour from the Baltic countries. Becker, who is driven by his obsession with money and consumption, has built a local empire with his lucrative business. Now his business is being threatened, both from the in- and the outside.
I see this film has taken some bad reviews, but I genuinely disagree. I would guess that most of those who have rated this film are Swedish, and that this film did not measure up to some standard of expectation.
As an outsider living in Sweden, this film lands extremely close to the bizarre types of interactions and situations I've experienced. Nothing feels connected to anything, the rules are unspoken, off-center, and seemingly arbitrary.
There is a saying which has been offered to me on several separate occasions by different random people I've met;
An American is like a peach, very soft and fuzzy and gooey on the outside, but stone-cold and hard at the core (friendly, but ultimately unmovable). A Swede is like a watermelon, very hard and thick on the outside, but once you get past that, it's soft, watery and gooey everywhere on the inside (difficult to know, but internally smooshy).
That feeling was captured in this film, far better than I've seen in other Swedish films. I imagine that a Swede would wholly disagree with my take, choosing not to allow a solitary mention of a perceived wobble in their collective self image. However, as one who was not raised within the Swedish culture I live in and with, the oddity of this film and its rhythm are both familiar and enjoyable.
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