Joachim Trier, 2011
I'll poorly translate something a friend once told me when I said I was a Saturday afternoon kind of guy instead of the typical Friday night. He said: The night is a carousel of death, of beautiful and happy people who suffer. This character reminded me of him, because he's also in that carousel, spinning like hell. This film is a Trainspotting without the glorification and Requiem for a Dream without the drama, so, it's a hard one to sell. It's much more than a recovering addict struggling, it not only shows his thoughts but it also shows everybody else struggles with the most basic, trivial thing: living; loneliness, anxieties, expectations, a life of success measured by the amount of goals you have to fulfill, reminds me of a movie from 2009 that I like very much, very tranquil, The Drifter, a movie about Rob Machado a surfer, and he says: We dream of the perfect wave, the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect love, and when we get there, we dream of something else, and the journey goes on.