Yet another masterpiece from Bergmann, extremely well-crafted and beautifully shot. It's very melancholic, it's about fleeting moments of carefree joy and happiness, which we might call green youth, and about an eternity of sorrows and regrets following it, which we might call growing up.
It's a creepy movie that those who enjoy slow-burners will appreciate for its atmosphere, plot and solid performances. It is well-crafted technically and in general it's on a more serious tone save, perhaps, its ending, which some might find controversial, in whose number I am.
Icelandic cinema is characterized by cold atmsophere, certain degree of mood, contemplative nature of its cinematography, touch characters and realistic plots. All these components are present in this film, which is fascinating to behold even if its plot involves such unpleasant themes as jealousy and revenge which are aggravated by the fact that the main protagonist's wife is now dead and he unnecessarily starts to dig into the past, albeit understandably. Nobody wins from these explorations including his granddaughter.