Bræðrabylta

I will never understand or want to understand wrestling. I certainly couldn't ever bring myself to watch a match. Weirdly in this film it looks more like a weird formal dance.

I also find it odd how grey and miserable these Icelandic films always seem to be.

Quite honestly I could have done without seeing it and especially the one guys wrinkled old backside.

It's actually quite boring and has some sort of ridiculousness about it.

Air, landscape , the dependence by other and the loss, the relation between lead characters and the end. all seems covered in salt. and that is a good point. because it seems a film about nothing. in fact, it is just a poem. about choices, about opportunities and decision. and, sure, about broken fears. it is not easy to define it. or to see it more as a boring short film. but its special beauty remains admirable. and, maybe, that gives to it a salted crust remembering the great love stories and the courage defining them.