Ten minutes in, and I was laughing like a madman.
Far from the slow and thoughtful fare one would associate with European cinema, Force Majeure possesses such a wicked sense of humor, that one can’t help but be in awe at the picture, as if the creator were a genius of sorts.
But humor is not enough. So we get horror. And drama. And some of the most uncomfortable, yet hilarious moments to grace the screen this year.
It is one thing to show your main character weeping, and make the audience feel sorry for him.
It is another to show him weeping, and make the audience laugh at him.
It is something out of this world to show him lying on the floor in his underwear, crying his eyes out, while the audience both laughs and feels immensely sad for him.