In 1940s Iceland, a country boy goes to work for the British army currently occupying Reykjavik. An ulterior motive to his journey is to find out just what happened to his childhood sweetheart. She’s currently in a relationship with a British officer who is not at all what he seems. The goofy soldier is some impish being out of folklore and the lady our derpy hero has the hots for is under its spell… or is it the other way around? Interesting bit of folk horror from Iceland almost loses itself in the bits of lame comedy littering the damn thing but that just may be some cultural daftness on my part. Green vomit, a nipple on a thigh, poisoned chocolate, nasty butter and a bit of horniness keep it bizarre but it sticks dead center in the line between humdrum and fascinating.
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