(Flåklypa Grand Prix was titled the Pinchcliffe Grand Prix in English-speaking countries. Absolutely well worth watching, though I can’t recall if it was dubbed or subtitled. Brilliant movie for children, gorgeous stop-motion animation.)
Looking forward to watching Max Manus with my parents back home in the northwest, between Christmas and New Year’s. It’s about the Oslo-boys, the Norwegian militia saboteurs in and around Oslo who made life annoying for the occupants. One might accuse the director of choosing a bad time to make a Hollywood-style movie glorifying resistance fighters in an occupied country, though.
I do hope it makes it to some foreign cinemas. I know it will probably make it to Germany - they eat up most Norwegian films - as well as France and most of the eastern bloc, but doubt it’ll hit the US with anything resembling force.
I was an extra during the march down Karl Johan, in uniform with a Swastika on my upper arm, a Karr 98 over my shoulder (you can see me just a bit in this picture - I’m hidden behind another guy, but I’m the tallest guy in the picture, a bit to the left of the central light post in the middle of the picture.) a helmet and in step with the 350 other extras.
The real pity about the shoot was that the extras signed up for it - all supposed to be young, late teens to early twenties - were supposed to show up to the National Guard’s Camp in the start of May to get marching lessons. Only 1/3 of us did. Now, you’re probably thinking, those who were there and in the know should be distributed with two of the other guys that didn’t attend, to keep them in line and show them how it’s done. They didn’t do that.
Another glaring flaw was that they put the band we were supposed to march after about a kilometre in front of the back of the line. You couldn’t hear the drum beat clearly enough to sync your marching - particularly if you hadn’t been in training - and the extra handlers were growing confounded with our inability to march in time. It says something about the level of chaos when me and a buddy in the ranks had to break ranks in a pause to suggest having only the drummers play for real, so we could actually make out the beat. Geez.
Anyway, they got some good shots at the end of the day where we were all pretty much in step - after some of the extras towards the back had started to appoint officers internally to keep people in line. Cue fuck-up number three - when we were done being weary, marching soldiers, we got bussed back to base, changed clothes and were supposed to be thrilled, exited Norwegian civilians cheering for the return of the Royal Family, down at the docks. Which took ages to set up and by that time the lot of us had been out, marching in badly fitting shoes, with only a lunch to sustain us, for nearly twelve hours. Not very cheery mood, to be honest.
Anyway, it was a fucked up feeling standing at attention in a Nazist uniform, on Karl Johan, in front of the Parliament . . . when suddenly they unrolled the Swastika on top of the Parliament and the banners with the phrase “Deutchland Siegt an alle Fronten!”
You can see a picture of the comparison, here.
Most of the small-location shots I was at were handled much better and I’m really looking forward to seeing what they’ve managed to do to Oslo.
There’s a pretty cool TV snap of the happening, here: http://pub.tv2.no/nettavisen/side2/film/article1760150.ece Scroll down a bit and click on the video.