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Andreaskorset (2004)
Stilted dialogue, lifeless acting, and heaves of unprobable plotting make this alleged psychological thriller an exercise in how to make a bad movie. Director Martin Asphaug reveals that he is dramatically rooted in a bygone Norwegian film tradition which, in all honesty, never was very effective, and the same must be said of this painful film. If there is a hint of interest, it is through the film's wacky treatment of sex, but Asphaug never manages to make the said scenes sexy, and we're left baffled by the characters' lack of credibility and emotion. The result is a film that remains as cold as stone, despite some outrageous state of events. And whatever suspense Asphaug might have thought he created, he should have remembered to make his audience care first.
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