Dirty, murky and grey: the beautiful crimes of Iceland

It was not until the turn of the century that the small and remote country of Iceland entered the global cinematic scene and introduced to the international audiences a unique take on how to craft moody, dim crime stories set in an exotic, wild landscape where darkness permeates every aspect of life. The prominence of gloom, especially during the winter months, is mirrored and reflected in the soporific atmosphere and dim characterisation of the native productions. It is as if the blackness has seeped into the skin of the Icelanders, who carry each their own cross and the burden of harsh climate and temperamental weather conditions. A most fitting terrain for a crime story to unfold is hard to imagine and the Icelandic directors and cinematographers have both invested in and capitalised on the unique, so rich in geothermal energy, Icelandic earth.

Icelandic filmmakers had a solid foundation to build upon as in the literary field, authors such as the so-called King of Icelandic Crime Fiction Arnaldur Indridason and later Yrsa Sigurðardóttir had already earned critical acclaim as well as an all-embracing readership at a worldwide scale. Of course, the country has a well-heeled tradition in literature with the sagas of the 9th, 10th and 11th century – all written in the Old Icelandic Prose – being one of the most prominent exports of the secluded nation. The sagas are filled with hidden symbolism and profound meanings, a testament to the Icelandic people’s infatuation with storytelling that still lives on. It is that symbiotic relationship between the Icelanders and fictional narratives that gave birth to the country’s cinema and during the past two decades, several noteworthy Icelandic crime flicks have been released, leaving the audience reeling with astonishment and buzzing with apprehension regarding what comes next.

Below, I will cite and briefly explore some of the most eminent Icelandic crime titles of the last few years and the directors who succeeded in capturing the quintessence of the Icelandic collective soul, transfiguring the all-encompassing gloominess into visually stunning stories and featuring protagonists who struggle to survive within an almost hostile environment. The movies are listed chronologically.

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1. Jar City (Baltasar Kormákur, 2006):

It is impossible to talk about Icelandic cinema without first mentioning the name of the multi-awarded director, screenwriter, and producer who became the most emblematic figure in Nordic cinema regardless of genre categorisation. Baltasar Kormákur became known to wider audiences from his 2000 romantic comedy 101 Reykjavík and was initiated in crime filmmaking in 2006 when he adapted one of Arnaldur Indridason’s most popular novels in the well-respected Inspector Erlendur series, the gloomy and depressing Jar City. The story gradually merges two distinctive plot threads into a single main storyline, which connects the random murder of a solitary elderly man in Reykjavík with the untimely demise of a little girl due to a rare hereditary disease. The sombre colours of the cinematography command the screen, providing the perfect backdrop for the grumpy and idiosyncratic Inspector Erlendur. Ingvar Sigurdsson literally nails the role and delivers an impeccable portrayal of a difficult character, and that is no small feat for any actor. The grey skies of Reykjavík seem to be mourning the loss of an innocent child in a movie that is bound to afflict your emotions on a deeper level.

Jar City is also pictured at the top of this article.

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2. Black’s Game (Óskar Thór Axelsson, 2012):

Óskar Thór Axelsson first illustrated his directorial panache with Black’s Game, a bleak exploration of Reykjavik’s underbelly and a character study of several main characters, the emphasis given to the protagonist, nicknamed as “Stebbi Psycho” (Thor Kristjansson). The cast features several bigwig Icelandic actors, such as Jóhannes Haukur Jóhannesson who plays Tóti, Stebbi’s closest friend. The chemistry between the two actors is exemplary and fuels the narrative development which takes place in a rather fast pacing. We follow Stebbi’s descent into the criminal lifestyle that may look promising at first sight, but inevitably leads to destruction and decadence. The supporting characters contribute their own bit in roles ranging from seething psychopaths to cold, calculative criminal minds who ensnare the weak, in terms of moral strength, protagonist. In contrast to the majority of his peers, Axelsson shot this film mainly indoors, reducing the landscape to just another background for the action to take place. This choice proves to be effective as Black’s Game intends to be a character-driven story, not an action flick, with the creators (director and screenwriters) focusing on the various influences imposed upon the protagonist who is confined in a passive role that leaves no room for any form of initiative. This movie can be watched in conjunction with Vultures (Börkur Sigþórsson, 2018) as both films paint a fairly repellent portrait of the city of Reykjavik.

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3. The Oath (Baltasar Kormákur, 2016):

In one of the rare occasions in which Baltasar Kormákur, who evidently prefers to be the man behind the camera, chose to retain for himself the role of the protagonist in the 2016 part family drama and part crime film The Oath. This is one of Kormákur’s most personal projects as he directs, co-signs the screenplay along with Ólafur Egilsson, and plays Finnur, a middle-aged surgeon who gets entangled in a nightmarish scenario when his daughter, Anna (Hera Hilmar) starts to mix with the wrong crowd and falls in love with a brutish thug, Óttar (Gísli Örn Garðarsson), whose primary line of business is drug smuggling. Finnur immediately detects the changes in Anna’s behavior and becomes increasingly more certain that Óttar is an awful influence on her. The worried father will make some attempts at regaining his daughter’s trust, but when they all fall flat on the ground, he will be left with no other choice but to do something drastic, something that would eradicate Óttar from the face of the earth. To do so, he will have to betray all his moral beliefs and conviction and perhaps even break the Hippocratic Oath, hence the movie’s title, something that would previously seem unimaginable for him. Kormákur tries hard to remain subtle both in his direction and performance, leaving the more extravagant acting mannerisms to Gísli Örn Garðarsson who delivers a plausible portrayal of the antagonist. Apart from the performances, the cinematography is simply beautiful, with some shots conveying an aura of opulence that satisfies the audience’s eyes.

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4. I Remember You (Óskar Thór Axelsson, 2017):

Based on the namesake standalone thriller/horror novel by Yrsa Sigurðardóttir, I Remember You (which Axelsson directed five years after Black’s Game), is in equal parts a ghost story and a character study of a man who lost what was most precious in his life: his little son, who mysteriously vanished some years earlier. The film’s narrative structure is divided into two major plotlines: the first concerns a group of three friends who travel to the godforsaken village of Isafjörður in order to start renovating an old house to become a hotel for tourists; the second is about Freyr, a respected psychiatrist who still experiences symptoms of grief over the disappearance of his only son, Benny. Freyr’s character arc begins as he becomes embroiled in the police investigation on the horrific murder of an elderly woman which took place inside a church. The two separate plot threads turn out to be intertwined, and the dénouement provides all the necessary explanations for the mysteries that the audience witnesses as the plot unravels. In Óskar Thór Axelsson’s film, the abandoned village of Isafjörður is transformed into a soulful entity that hides secrets from the past and makes its own mind regarding who is welcomed there and who is not. This supernatural aspect is handled expertly by Axelsson who sees something metaphysical brewing in the most isolated parts of his native country. The night sequences in the three friends’ plotline are hair-rising, not in the Hollywood sense of the “jump scare”, and will make your blood run cold. To conclude, I Remember You is nothing short of unmissable.

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5. Vultures (Börkur Sigþórsson, 2018):

Known from his involvement in major television productions such as the majestic Katla and the popular UK show Baptiste, Börkur Sigþórsson explores some critical themes in his 2018 hypnotic feature Vultures, the most prominent being the eternal motif of sibling rivalry that pervades the story as a whole. Promising entrepreneur Erik (Gísli Örn Garðarsson) and Atli (Baltasar Breki Samper), an ex-convict who tries to get his life back on track after his incarceration, are the two brothers who join their forces and decide to smuggle substantial quantities of drugs in the country using a Polish girl, Sofia (Anna Próchniak) as the mule who will transfer the contraband in her own stomach to avoid the search in the airport. But, things take a nasty turn and when the initial plan goes south, both Erik and Atli will have to show their real face both to one another and the audience. The title’s significance becomes evident in the horrendous finale, adding a touch of depravity to the narrative. Everything in Reykjavík seems to be grey in colour or at least that is what the director’s lens captures, the capital city of Iceland depicted in an unprecedented manner. We are all used to thinking Reykjavík as a Lilliputian, fairy-tale town. Sigþórsson attempts to deconstruct this stereotype, using cinematography and the sparse dialogue that is full of pauses and sometimes comes across as disjointed, bolstering the director’s intended tone that desires to provide a realistic portrait of two distressed siblings who will have to cross their boundaries in order save their own skins. Vultures is not an easily digestible, feel-good movie, so beware.

Quake (Rappumine)

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Hear the word “quake”, and you immediately think “earthquake.” The shake or tremble experienced by novelist and mother Saga (Anita Briem), is not from the fright of buildings being shook, but an epileptic seizure, and the emotional, physical and psychological tremor from a hidden memory.

The catalyst for the drama in Icelandic director Tinna Hrafnsdóttir’s Quake (Rappumine), adapted from Audur Jonsdóttir’s novel Grand Mal, is when the recently divorced Saga, suffers a seizure while in the park with her six-year-old son, Ívar (Benjamín Árni Daðason). The episode results in memory loss, but during her recovery, repressed memories from her childhood begin to surface. Setting out to solve the origins of these mysterious glimpses into the past, she learns about herself and her family’s unspoken pain.

At no point does the economical storytelling labour under the weight of indecisiveness. One is struck by the impression that you’re seeing a director in total command of her craft, shown by her approach to the characters and narrative exposition.

Saga confides in her best friend about her’s mothers secretive nature, who isn’t surprised, and hints that Saga herself has a side she guards. Entering the transition phase between conflict and resolution, Hrafnsdóttir knows how much to show, exercising a visual and verbal subtlety. She prefers to frame Saga’s face, focusing instead on emotional expression instead of having a detailed scene play out for her audience. This serves to offset the intimate storytelling with a distance, allowing the characters to choose how much they are willing to share with the audience and when.

Featuring shades of a mystery, its predominantly a story about a woman’s fear. Saga is under pressure to turn in her latest manuscript, and her amended four-week deadline still looks to be inadequate. She lives in fear for Ívar’s health, obsessing over his bedroom window being shut at night, that frustrates her ex-husband, who has insisted that he look after their son until she’s recovered. The director uses this scenario to instil in her audience a suspicion, if not an expectation that the story will lean into the beginnings of a custody battle. It’s an effective use of narrative shades that complement one another, and in its three act structure, Hrafnsdóttir knows how to feed them into one another to conclude it in an emotionally satisfying way.

Listening to Saga’s conversation with her father about how she used to suffer “after-quakes” following an epileptic attack, Quake offers an intriguing metaphor for how we can view our minds. We’re the product of our collective experiences, those we can remember and those we’ve forgotten. The mind is a series of tectonic memory plates, built up over time that occasionally come into contact, and the friction results in emotional, physical and psychological quakes.

Saga’s a character we come to care for because she effuses a resiliency that is admirable and aspirational. Hrafnsdóttir invites us into an anxious chapter of her protagonist’s life, and delivers a positive message. As broken as we are, and we are all damaged, there’s hope. We must learn how to leave the past behind us and create a future that’s not trying to amend past decisions, but create new experiences. We can honour the past because it’s a part of our life story, but sometimes we need to remember calmly and quietly.

Quake (Rappumine) plays in the Current Waves section of the Tallinn Black Nights Film Festival.

Woman at War (Kona Fer í Tríð)

On the surface, Halla (Halldóra Geirharõsdóttir) is your average Western middle-aged woman. She has a job in the local choir. She has a smile permanently attached to her face and a shining personality, which makes her very popular amongst her students. She dreams of becoming a mother, and is on the waiting list for a Ukrainian adoption agency. But she harbours a secret. A dark secret. Or a beautiful secret. Depending on views on vigilantism and extreme eco-activism.

Halla is waging a one-woman war against the local aluminium factory because she believes that it represents an environmental threat. The facilities could end up in the hands of greedy Chinese investors presumably with no regard for the health of our planet. Halla takes the matter into her own hands, literally. She uses her bow and arrow in order to carry out acts of industrial sabotage. At first, she knocks down cables, thereby cutting off the electricity supply of the factory. Despite the enormous risks associated, Halla becomes more audacious. Her technique eventually incorporates a chainsaw and even explosives.

The repercussions of her actions are double-edged, the duality of vigilantism being laid bare. Some people support her, and some even willing to lend a helping hand. The media, however, describe the “Woman of the Mountain” as a violent terrorist. They blame her for the failing negotiations with the Chinese, and therefore accuse her of making the “average working man” poorer. It’s ironic that the Icelandic media and politicians opt to brand her a terrorist. This is a country very familiar with the misuse of anti-terrorism laws. One would expect these people to be a little more cautious when using the t-word.

The government sends the police to hunt down the mysterious activist. Men and infrared drones are out. Halla becomes increasingly sophisticated in her technique. She shields herself under an anti-infrared blanket, and even uses a dead sheep as a disguise. Parallel to all of this, she is finally given the opportunity to become a mother. There’s a young girl called Nika waiting to be picked up in the Ukraine. But will Halla manage to juggle her extreme eco-activism with becoming a mother in her later forties?

Halla has a twin sister called Ása (also played by Halldóra Geirharõsdóttir, who looks a lot like a younger Charlotte Rampling). Her sister finds redemption in a very different way. She meditates. Two very different types of revolution. Ása promotes an internal revolution (through reflection and introspection). Halla promotes an external revolution (through political actions). Woman at War finds a very peculiar way of reconciling these two female fighters, but I can’t tell you what it is without spoiling the filmending.

The music score is a remarkable feature. It’s an integral part of the film. Literally. The musicians blend into the sequence despite being topically disconnected to the narrative. They have a cigarette, and even check their phones. They appear in the most unlikely locations, such as a rooftop and the middle of the remote grasslands. There are two trios. One of them is composed of a trombonist, a pianist and a drummer, all male. The other is composed of three singing females, presumably of Ukrainian origin. The outcome is charming and quaint.

The photography of Woman at War is very satisfactory. The lunar plains, the rocky rifts, the hot water streams and the funky Hallgrimskirkja church of Reykjavik are all featured prominently throughout the movie.

But there are a few loose ends, too. This is a very hybrid international co-production. Iceland and the Ukraine have very little in common. This shouldn’t be a problem per se. But the ending in the Ukraine – while quite and engrossing – feels quite disconnected from the rest of the film. Maybe the director is trying to make a connection between Mother Earth and (human) motherhood. It doesn’t work completely. In my opinion, Woman at War would have been far more effective had it discarded the topic of motherhood and focused solely on the topic of extreme eco-activism.

Woman at War is out in cinemas on Friday, May 3rd. On Mubi in June (2020).

Under the Tree (Undir trénu)

A gloriously bleak dramedy with distinctively Nordic flavours. Under the Tree bears many stylistic similarities to the last Icelandic film to achieve some considerable critical and commercial in the UK, Grímur Hákonarson’s Rams (2015). In fact, the two films share the same producer, Grímar Jónsson.

There are many good moments in Under the Tree. The black humour is remarkable. A residents’ meeting about drainage quickly descends into a heated argument about their sex lives. Gnomes are used as war weapons, and even a stuffed dog becomes the subject of a brutal feud. And it isn’t just neighbours who constantly scramble over petty arguments. Married couples also love to squabble.

The film opens with Atli (Steinþór Hróar Steinþórsson) caught red-handed by his wife Agnes (Lára Jóhanna Jónsdóttir) as he masturbates to a sex video of his ex. The scene is played out very well, with Agnes’s face clearly printed with perplexity, while Atli does his best to remain calm. He gets evicted from his own house and moves in with his parents Inga (Edda Björgvinsdóttir) and Baldvin (Sigurður Sigurjónsson), who are still reeling from the mysterious disappearance of their old son. Meanwhile, the elderly couple are fully engaged in a cold war with their neighbours, the newly-married Konrad (Þorsteinn Bachmann) and Elybjorg (Selma Björnsdóttir). The bone of contention: a tree on Inga’s and Baldvin’s garden that prevents the sunlight from reaching their neighbours’ sun deck.

The stoic and reserved attitude of Icelanders is repeatedly tested in the first 20 minutes of the movie, and the outcome is quite convincing. Sadly, this doesn’t last until the end. Many of the conflicts introduced at the beginning of the story are not properly investigated. This could have been a fantastic satire about average middle-class families morphing into frothing beasts, but sadly the dramatic devices do not sustain the film throughout.

Inga is the biggest misfire. She should be dealing with grief because of her son’s disappearance. And, while Björgvinsdóttir does an excellent job conveying a sense of anxiety and loss, I can’t quite buy her deep-seated hatred of her neighbours as a response to that. She eventually becomes the epitome of rage and jealousy, but the script fails to connect this to her personal loss.

The female characters are constantly nagging and filled with repressed anger, while the males are seeking a rational resolution. It’s up to men to clear up the mess caused by women, the film seems to suggest. This duality, however, is brilliantly subverted in the grand finale, which is as convincing as the beginning of the film. In a nutshell, Under the Tree is partly effective movie neatly bookended by two excellent scenes.

Under the Tree is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, August 10th. On VoD on Monday, January 14th (2019). On Mubi in January (2021).