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Gunnar Jónsson, Ilmur Kristjansdottir, Sigurjón Kjartansson, Franziska Una Dagsdóttir, Margrét Helga Jóhannsdóttir, Arnar Jónsson, Þórir Sæmundsson (more)Plots(1)
How much does Fúsi weigh? Twenty-four stone? More? No one can say, not even Fúsi himself. Because ultimately the 43-year-old is sleepwalking through life. His work as an airport baggage handler does not exactly stretch him and he has never had a girlfriend. The only thing that really interests him are World War II battles, which he painstakingly reconstructs using small model tanks and soldiers at home, in his mother's flat which is both his refuge and his prison. When Fúsi receives a coupon for a dance school, he meets Sjöfn, a similarly lonely soul with deep psychological wounds. Unused to interacting with other people, Fúsi instinctively decides to take both their lives in hand. At least just a little bit. But that is quite something for this giant with a seemingly small horizon but a big heart. (Berlinale)
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(50th KVIFF) Fusi is certainly a pleasant character, but The Virgin Mountain is certainly not a pleasant film; after watching it I felt like putting a noose around my neck and jumping from a window – it was that depressing and sad. I can’t bear it when such a likeable character doesn’t find even a hint of happiness. In fact, I take it as bit of a low blow from the director and scriptwriter Dagur Kári, who conceived the film as a tragic-COMEDY with lots of very funny scenes. It seems that this year the Icelanders have decided to make us sad in Karlovy Vary (there’s another depressive thing from Iceland coming in KVIFF). A strong film, no doubt. 80 %
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A bittersweet glimpse into the life of a good-natured guy who has resigned himself to being an outsider and to the solitude that entails. Sensitive and intimate, with an excellent minimalist performance by Gunnar Jónsson. I have not felt so moved by this kind of Scandinavian film in a long time.
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A great Icelandic drama; I felt bad for Fúsi the entire hour and a half. But he has sort of brought all of the misfortune on himself by not communicating with the people around him and by not expressing his feelings and emotions. On the other hand, I tried to push him – with my eyes at least – to some sort of actions and some really did appear in the movie. You can judge for yourself if there was any point to them, but I personally think that Fúsi will stay in my heart for a while, just like the actor who played him so brilliantly.
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I don't expect much from Iceland anymore, the award-winning short story web Vonarstræti was naive and with the 90s, Rams fine, but shouldn't have won the Un Certain Regard under any circumstances. Therefore, an even more pleasant surprise is the return of the written-off Dagur Kári, who shot a film which, at its core, looks like every other Icelandic drama about a lone freak, but manages to create a believable human mountain of emotion, fragility and virgin goodness. A subtle film, without falsity and excesses, predictable, but surprisingly touching and captivating storytelling about pure goodness. Tender love is blind, as sung by Dolly Parton. Virgin Mountain is definitely one of the best things from there in the last (many) years.
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We all have something that we enter life with. On one hand, it's about how we look, what our physical predispositions are; on the other hand, it's something inside us that propels us forward or pulls us down. Fúsi is fat, but he also lives in a vacuum of his own making. The film quite rawly and intensely shows how it struggles to take that one important step and make a change.
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