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Out Stealing Horses in the Berlinale-competition : Lost souls in Norway

A novel, the lives of the landscape in Norway, it has not been easy. He must create, with nothing more than the drought sign system of the letters. A Film that

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Out Stealing Horses in the Berlinale-competition : Lost souls in Norway

A novel, the lives of the landscape in Norway, it has not been easy. He must create, with nothing more than the drought sign system of the letters. A Film that lives of of the landscape in Norway, it's almost outrageously easy. The pictures move by itself in its camera, and the wide screen format you have of nature. The distrust awakened. A movie that lives on in the landscape of Norway, and on a pretty good novel based on the same language again and created, what you want to say?

Hans Petter Moland has filmed stealing By Pettersons "horses". The book begins: "in the beginning of November. At Nine O'clock. The great tit slam against the window.“ You knew at once that The author can do it. And one thing is also clear, would you forgive this Film never: titmice that pop against the window. Or, to quote the last sentence of the first paragraph: "the Wind is coming from. I see the shapes of the wind in the water.“ And, in fact, with water it starts. But under the water, an abrupt gurgle, and then show up. The subject is completely sovereign, and will be the key.

In the very next shot, an older man stands in front of the house, and you can see the snow that he is the first in this year. No titmice pop against the window. Very good. The man in front of the house is Trond Sander, a city of refugee. He is 67 years old, so in an age when we are starting a new life more, but often the feeling to need it to do now.

stunning, not in a concise way concise

Yes, if our souls would so as we age, there would be no Problem at all. Amicably, both would be waiting for death. But geronto logically, it is not the organ of a highly extravagant, always out of time event the end of existence. Trond Sanders soul, for example, was formatted, when he was 15, in about a house, about this landscape, alone with his father. That was in 1948. From this summer, all the amplitude of his soul, or life, you proved to be incapable of ever catching up. Still in the embrace of a woman he wished again to be alone in the silence of that time. What a template!

Stellan Skarsgard is the hermit from the river. To Skarsgård, in Hollywood as in the Scandinavian author film equally at home, one of those faces that are to gorgeous not in a concise way concise. No one would say: These Trond Sander I imagined but very different. So from now on: return of the soul in itself! But then he realizes even in the first days in his only neighbors, a boy from the amplitude of the summer in front of more than half a century.

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starts the novel now Hans Petter Moland to stay more in the past, and by now it is clear that the Film can't keep up eye-to-eye height of the book. He can't see how the novel from the inside and the outside at the same time, the images have become increasingly conventional, and mostly they are images of happiness, the worse: the irritating proximity of his father to the mother of a friend, the noted 15-Year-old probably is. But he has one of those father for a whole summer all to yourself, only.

"It's a book about disappointment, it reads like a book about happiness," said a critic about per Pettersons novel. Although the threads of destiny even in Moland are eager to fine: betrayal will be much more than mere treason, and Jon Ranes as a young Trond is impressive, but the Balance does not succeed, the landscape begins to speak with its own voice. One felt there's something like boredom, and thought about how the eagle owl, with its deliberate owl-of-Minerva - eye leaves from the tree get?

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