I am Dina is completely incomprehensible. It lacks focus and direction and even though action good for at least ten feature films is pressed together at a little over two hours the story drags.
The over acting makes Daniel Day-Lewis pale in comparison. (Maria Bonnevie is not only beautiful, she can make her eyes go huge, too. And she can breathe heavily. These talents are never clearer than in her scenes against Björn Floberg, who behaves as though he acts in a completely different film. Maybe he new better than to listen to the director.) Confusion surrounding the accents is complete. If those speaking with a Norwegian accent are supposed to be speaking actual Norwegian, it's only logical that the man with the Russian accent is speaking Russian. And then it's strange that all Norwegians (and the British and the Danes and Swedes and French - who knew northern Norway was such a cosmopolitan place back in the 19th century) understand him.
What director Ole Bornedal wants to convey is a little unclear. Maybe that little girls who cook their mothers alive tend to act out as young adults?
The over acting makes Daniel Day-Lewis pale in comparison. (Maria Bonnevie is not only beautiful, she can make her eyes go huge, too. And she can breathe heavily. These talents are never clearer than in her scenes against Björn Floberg, who behaves as though he acts in a completely different film. Maybe he new better than to listen to the director.) Confusion surrounding the accents is complete. If those speaking with a Norwegian accent are supposed to be speaking actual Norwegian, it's only logical that the man with the Russian accent is speaking Russian. And then it's strange that all Norwegians (and the British and the Danes and Swedes and French - who knew northern Norway was such a cosmopolitan place back in the 19th century) understand him.
What director Ole Bornedal wants to convey is a little unclear. Maybe that little girls who cook their mothers alive tend to act out as young adults?