Together

Göran is making porridge. For some reason this prompts him to deliver an improvised musing on the theme of Life Is Like a Bowl of Porridge, which goes roughly as follows: "We start as individual oat flakes, each with an individual shape; then we're heated and mixed and we start to blend together with all the other oat flakes; we're no longer oat flakes, but we're part of something larger - something warm, nutritious, and, yes, beautiful." Göran says this as though he's trying to convince himself. And no wonder. The porridge the camera reveals to us looks like repellent glomp.

And up until that point - well, up until a little before that point; the film's arc is like a long walk up a very gentle hill and it's hard to pick the precise moment at which we make it to the top - the collective seemed just as much a dollop of repellent glomp as the porridge. There were too many people too close together, the windows were never open, and for long stretches we never stepped outside, never even caught a glimpse of the outside. Every single room looked and felt as though it were buried in the very centre of the house. It was like living in a fetid warren, and it made me long for something cold and impersonal.

But even as we're gasping to escape we're being won over. In the end the film really IS warm, and it's the pleasing warmth of a fireplace rather than clammy warmth of porridge. The joyousness Moodysson concludes with grew so naturally out of what preceded it that the glow it casts is retrospective. I can't recall a single moment which I don't NOW (having seen the whole thing) recall with fondness.

The LOOK of the film is, in a quiet way, astonishing, except that it's so convincing you forget to be astonished. You'd swear it was shot in the 1970s. (When I saw the trailer I thought was watching an ad for the reissue of a movie that HAD been shot in the 1970s.) This is as great a triumph of art direction as any you're likely to see.

When I bought my Lukas Moodysson 4 disc boxset, this being the second DVD in it, little did I realise that I had in fact seen Together many years before and many parts had lodged in my memory and so it was a huge pleasure to see it again - and actually own it now, too.

It's a lovely multi-faceted film that can be watched intently, or as I'm doing this time, just picking up the bits and characters I want to follow. Few movies successfully allow such freedom, at least in still giving us an overall picture. So totally un-Hollywood, with as much natural everything, including (refreshingly, these days) body hair - and I mean ALL body hair that it's impossible to get embarrassed by any of the open and frank attitudes to sex, the (now) ridiculous clothes and the Communist lifestyle of the 'Collective', as it prefers to be termed (not commune).

Battered housewife Elisabeth leaves her husband Rolf with her children and is promptly thrown into the very strange but comforting cushion as is the Collective, as Rolf pours all the alcohol down the drain and attempts to contact his wife. Slowly, through reunions with the children, they paint their view on their new life, which, as you can imagine, is often hilarious. Whether they get back together as a family unit is definitely not for me to say, though and the varying shades of this aspect is yet another of the film's delights.

Because everyone is so natural, nothing is surprising, yet individually, in another film and with a different director, many scenes would just be too way-out and off-beam. Similarly, we almost want to join them, as common-sense is painlessly drawn from us and we are enveloped by these rather strange but peculiarly likable people.

Moodysson extracts enormously natural and relaxed performances - you'd swear much of it is a documentary, yet the camera always expertly follows and ends up just where it should be, swiftly but gently. The children in particular, especially when playing is a wondrously warm treat; they're just like all kids everywhere, totally oblivious to the camera.

Together is an offbeat gem, it might not be for everyone but for anyone with a heart and soul and a wholesome attitude to life, it definitely will be.

This film offers a slice of life, plain and simple. The writing is so subtle and the performances are so realistic that you start thinking you're watching a documentary about life in an actual commune during the seventies in Sweden. The film is incredibly funny but also tragic, moving and honest. It's one of those cinematic journeys that show you the humor and the darkness, the weight and the ridiculousness of our mundane existence; it's a film that finds excitement in the little things (that are actually the big things once you take a closer look). A true gem of a film and a wonderful, rich experience that leaves you with a smile on your face and more insight into the human condition. 9 stars out of 10.

In case you're interested in more underrated masterpieces, here's some of my favorites:

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In 1975, in Stockholm, the housewife Elisabeth (Lisa Lindgren) gets tired of her abusive and drunken husband Rolf (Michael Nyqvist), and she moves with her teenager daughter Eva (Emma Samuelsson) and her young son Stefan (Sam Kessel) to the hippie community where her brother Goran (Gustav Hammarsten) lives. Goran is a good man, who has an open relationship with his mate Lena (Anja Lundqvist), but does not feel comfortable with the situation. They are welcomed by the group composed of a new-lesbian Anna (Jessica Liedberg), her "almost gay" husband and their children; a gay; and an idealist communist. Eva becomes friend of her neighbor Fredrik, and with the new-arrivals in the commune, lives of the members change. Meanwhile, Rolf misses Elizabeth and his family, stops drinking and tries to approach to Elizabeth again.

"Tillsammans" is a delightful dramatic comedy of this great Swedish director Lukas Moodysson. The story is very human and engaging, with many characters very well-developed that find themselves in a world of freedom and without repression, changing their behaviors and improving as human beings. Very hilarious, at least for South-Americans, the two boys playing of torture as if one of them was the Chilean General Augusto Pinochet. The integration promoted by the soccer game is fantastic. The soundtrack with hits of the 70's is wonderful and another attraction. My vote is seven.

Title (Brazil): "Bem-Vindos" ("Welcome")

If you've ever suspected that Pippi Longstocking was a capitalist pig, Lukas Moodysson's film is for you. Set in Stockholm in 1975, this revisiting of those not so halcyon good ol' days brings us up close and extremely personal with a cast of appealing characters living close to their ideals while remaining quite human. Apparently communal life isn't all vegan dinners, late-night Marxist dialectics, and Joni Mitchell singalongs-even in Sweden. The film beautifully records the residents' foibles through the eyes of their children, who serve as the group's conscience. A disturbing, funny, moving and ultimately upbeat look at the utopia we all hoped could exist.