At this point I'm pretty convinced that no movie shot in iceland can be all bad, simply because it's goddamn beautiful to look at. This does suffer from a plot that is beyond slow burn, and when it finally emerges it's the same old "man thinks he has the right to revenge his dead wife's sexual history" story we've seen a lot before, but there's a solid undercurrent of repressed rage for most of the film before it boils over into becoming expressed rage. Still, I'd hoped for more of a payoff to the slowboil.
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