Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Kitchen stories (2003 movie)

At first i was like this is a kitchen related film , for sure there will be some scenes where there will be cooking scenes of delicious meals. No cooking scene. this must be the first no cooking scene related movie. Well, as simple the title can be, its story is bizarre. Unique in a way that i will remember for some time and its somewhat heart warming. the Swedish fellow Folke works for the Home Research Institute. He’s been sent out to rural Norway to observe how much a single man walks in the kitchen. The institute found out that the housewife walks the equivalent from Sweden to the Congo in a year. Isak volunteered for the study but changed his mind. (at first he wants a horse that the institute offers) (but when he found out its just a wooden horse he regretted) Folke has to wait several days parked in his trailer before Isak finally lets him in the house. Neither is allowed to speak to each other or interact. As Folke sits in his pedestal chair watching, Isak makes life miserable for him. Isak even takes to secretly observing Folke. Finally, the two men become friends. I like it when Folke celebrates birthday with Isak with birthday cake and booze. as useless as he can be he was wasted the next day and caught by his boss. I like it when there is a eating scene where Folke gobble down the food his aunt sent him... He gobble down scrumptiously , the pickles, bread, ham and sausages .. So he is not feeling well afterwards.. His boss finds out they’ve become buddies and he fires Folke. The researcher has to take the trailer back to Sweden as part of his contract. He takes it to the Norse-Swede border and leaves it there, so he can spend Christmas with Isak. He arrives back on the farm to find Isak’s sickly horse being loaded onto a truck and that Isak has died. (i wounder if Isak committed suicide.) Folke stays in Norway and lives in Isak’s house. He even becomes friends with Isak’s neighbor who hated him initially. as i said bizarre story but somewhat memorable.

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