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I don't know when or how it happened, but recently I have been beginning to look toward Norway for good films, and it hasn't been in vain.

As in Sönner, where a completely unknown director (for me anyways) get a bunch of even more unknown actors together and the result isn't bad at all. Au contraire it is actually a pretty good movie.

Usually we are used to see pretty light, or feel-good movies like Elling, Fritt Vildt and Himmelfall, but here we are taken straight down into the darkness and a subject that we all have strong feelings about, pedophilia.

The protagonist, a young pool-guard, one day just put down his foot and says "Enough", a bit like Michael Douglas in Falling Down, when he suspect a pedophile in the pool. The result is excellent. The actor really pulls it off, with just the right amount of anger and frailness, and his presence is world class. The interacting between his character and the prostitute that lives next door is top.

I really hope that I will discover more of these Norwegian diamonds when I keep looking west. I confess, I do believe Norway has passed Sweden when it comes to making good and unexpected movies.

I will keep a look out for more movies from Erik Richter Strand and will definitely keep my eyes open for Nils Jörgen Kallstad

Has Mr Atkinson run out of millions already? Why make another Mr Bean full lenght movie when the last one proved that this weir character obviously is so much better in a shorter TV-format. The questions this film bring are many. How thin can a script become before it is nothing at all? Is being ugly enough when the slapstick is almost gone? This movie has, as it's prequel, some really funny moments. Most of them are repeated over and over and for those who has seen the TV-show and the other movie, it's all in all the same little gags all over again. I think Mr Atkinson is brilliant when he is at his best, but this movie has the same problem as the first. Time. It is hard to fill an hour and a half with this kind of humor. The script is another problem. The story seemed to be written during a lunch, most of the funny scenes seems to be improvised without any goals except the thin script. The camera work are exactly the same as in the last movie with the exception that half of it seem to be through Mr Beans hand-held one. Sequels usually sucks, but this movie makes me squirm ragtime. Is Rowan Atkinson really that poor that he must squeeze the last dollars from this dying character.

I found myself cheering every time the giant lizard ate another one of these crappy actors.

Every line is a cliché, the effects are made on decade old computers, and the actors must have been friends of the director. All in all I get the expression that they collected some guys, gave them some gun replicas and gave them a couple of lines each. It really feels like a cheap TV-show on sci-fi channel or something, with special effects substandard to even high school media students. Who on earth gave these guys funds for this. I bet someone is having rich parents.

This film made me angry. For wasting my time, as well as others.