The Airportline: Observations

There is no internet in my home. That is what I blame it on. I am suppose to be productive, write words, not in this space, but in another space. I call it 'thesis' and it is slowly building itself up to a pile of, many words. Some of them misspelled. Some of them wrong. And in the middle of all these words ideas and thoughts will spur. This is the idea. So that is what I have been doing. And yesterday, in the open air cinema festival Pluk De Nacht, I saw Autumn Ball, a movie that was so nordic and so dark and funny at the same time. It hurt watching it cause even if it is based in Estonia, there is a lot of Sweden in it. The director Veiko Õunpuu has combined the harshness of Ingmar Bergman with the almost bizzare atmosphere of Roy Andersson and made a portray of the north that made my stomach hurt. Fantastic. And the acting and photography? Forget about it! World class.