(THIS ARTICLE IS MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)
She showed him the small and barely visible tits as he pulled down his pants with a trembling hand, a frenetic and unforgettable trembling hand. This was before she tied up her apple cards, put on her boxing gloves and knocked him down. They were in love, and although I was barely eleven, I felt I had revealed the mystery of love. And I realized that, after all, I wasn't that bad anyway, just thinking about how Laika, the Russian dog all alone in space, was doing.
This weekend, Oslo's cinema gangs once again get the chance to enjoy Swedish director Lasse Hallstrøm's little epic Mitt liv som hund, over eighteen years after the film had its regular movie premiere in this country. Thus, audiences who were either not quite of the right age, or somehow failed to get along with this film, have a unique opportunity to see one of the best adult portrayals this reviewer has been missing. The film also became a stepping stone for Lasse Hallstrøm who gradually moved onto the international arena, where big money and big names have now become the natural environment for his films. With What's Eating Gilbert Grape he brought himself and Leonardo DiCaprio into the limelight, but since then Hallström's merits have drawn a fever curve that has been proportionally inverted with the budgets. Through movies like The side house rules (yes, you can protest as much as you want), Sjokolade og The Shipping News the director – even when he has taken as his starting point a reasonably sober literary fine – has shown an ability to drown the films in sweet charging units that become a little difficult to endure in the long run. In any case, we can choose to ignore these nausea sensations now that this weekend's new premiere takes us back to the start and peak of this form curve.
That the film agencies, as SF now does Mitt liv som hund, choosing to run some classic on the poster and thus using the municipal cinemas as a kind of movie club, is a trend that has escalated in recent years. Increasingly, agencies and manufacturers are digging up potential money machines for which they own the rights and are relaunching them internationally. In most cases, there has usually been talk of a restoration, or one director's cut as an excuse for the event. However, this is rare in Scandinavia, and there is no new version of it Mitt liv som hund who are visiting the cinemas this weekend. When Ny Tid talks to the film agency SF and wonders why the film comes up at all, the only answer we get is that "Yes, but it is a very good film, then!". And by all means, one can hardly find a better motivation.
