I just want to warn you off a film called The Hour of the Lynx. I picked it up, saw that it had (1) Sofie Gråbøl (2) snow and (3) the words Nordic Noir and thriller on the cover, and I bought it. It’s got Soren Malling in it too, so you’re thinking: The Killing.
Well, it’s not “Nordic noir” and it’s not a thriller and it almost all takes place in a psychiatric institution. It’s not a whodunit, it’s a whydunit, and in the end, there’s no good reason why.
If only I’d known it was adapted from a play.
You know those stories where there’s some truth that has to come out and “what is discovered will change them forever”.
This skinny kid who’s unpleasant to look at brutally kills an elderly couple at the start of the film. He’s put into a psychiatric institution. Sofie Gråbøl plays a priest who is asked to come and talk to him, because he says it’s God’s plan that he commit suicide. In the end we learn that his grandfather lived in that house, the house where he murdered the elderly couple. He murdered them because he had such fond memories of the house and they had usurped this paradise. I know, terrible: can you imagine waiting ninety minutes for that? You know I wouldn’t normally tell you the plot or the ending but I just don’t want you to make the same mistake as I did. I don’t want you to feel that cheated.