Tonight’s screening of Rams took a few of our diehard football fans by surprise… apparently, they were expecting a documentary about one of their favorite teams.

Of course I jest. Another gorgeous MovieNight experience, well attended, and well appreciated… and the popcorn was even well popped this time. Once more, I’d like to leave the final pronouncement to Mike D’Angelo, from his review for The Onion A. V. Club.

In its lovely final scene, Rams unexpectedly transforms from comedy to something far more poignant, and that shift reverberates backward through the entire movie, even recontextualizing all the nude-dude jokes. It’s a neat trick, and serves as a welcome reminder that Icelandic cinema (a) exists and (b) has a flavor of its own—part goofy, part tender.

More about this film on IMDb