Butchery and death comprise a kind of purgatory for Jensen's pair of main characters. Svend (Mads Mikkelsen), a butcher's assistant with a savage inferiority complex, may vent his bitterness over his miserable parentless childhood though his meat cleaver, but it's through his prized marinade that he hopes to win the love of others--something he's yearned for his whole life. Svend opens his own butcher shop, determined to succeed, and persuades Bjarne (Nikolaj Lie Kaas), a fellow butcher (and only friend, it seems), to join him. On the surface, Svend and Bjarne seem wholly unlike each other: Svend is egotistical and peevish while Bjarne is a brooding recluse floating through life in a haze of pot smoke and a choking anger towards his comatose brother, Eigil, whom Bjarne blames for the long-ago death of his wife and parents. It's Bjarne's indifference to life that's led him to butchery and, moreover, to tolerating Svend's dicing up human corpses and passing them off as chicken fillets at his shop counter. Soon, hordes of customers, all blissfully unaware of what's in those delectable "chickie wickies" (let alone the corpses hanging in the meat locker) are lined up around the block, turning Svend into an instant--though privately chagrined--celebrity.
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Such is the case with Nói albinói, a deceptively simple tale of a typically sullen and disaffected teen (Tómas Lemarquis) who has the bad luck to be stuck in a tiny wind-blasted town pushed to the edge of the sea by a razor-sharp mountain that looms ominously. It's not as if Nói can go see a movie at the multiplex in the mall when he's bored.
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Flickering Lights boasts an impressive cast from a broad range of Danish films and television (Mifune, The Celebration, Pusher, The Kingdom), which is put to good use by Jensen's witty script and slow but deliberate direction. Torkild (Søren Pilmark) is the head of a small time gang, pulling small jobs for a gangster known only as the Eskimo. After his 40th birthday and a botched heist involving 4 million krones, Torkild and his gang are forced to hide out in an abandoned inn in the middle of nowhere. The gang has to wait only until Peter (Ulrich Thomsen), who was shot, is well enough to travel, so they can continue on to Barcelona. But after meeting some of the locals and finding moments of peace in this secluded hideaway, Torkild conveniences the rest of the gang that staying put may be the future for which they are all looking. The gang uses the money to buy the inn and renovate it, making it into quaint family restaurant that people drive for miles to visit, not because of the food (the boys apparently never learn to cook), but for the atmosphere.
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