
2021 · Joachim Trier
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The Worst Person in the World became the millennial-zeitgeist film people got tattoos about; Sentimental Value's Cannes Grand Prix and 2025 Oscar-frontrunner status made him Scandinavia's biggest crossover since Bergman comparisons became legal again.
For when your own life feels unresolved and you want a film that gets it — funny enough for a date night, honest enough to leave you quietly rearranged. A comfort watch and a challenge at once.
Julie is nearing thirty in Oslo and keeps reshuffling everything — careers, convictions, lovers — in search of a self that feels like hers. Over four years and two very different relationships, including one with an older comics artist whose certainties are starting to expire, she has to take an honest look at who she actually is versus who she keeps auditioning to be.
Witty, restless, and alive — it swings from screwball comedy to a hallucinatory mushroom trip to moments of sudden, devastating stillness, and somehow every register feels true. You'll laugh, wince in recognition, and probably think about your own choices on the walk home.
Renate Reinsve, a near-unknown who had considered quitting acting, won Best Actress at Cannes for a performance of quicksilver intelligence — charming and evasive in the same gesture. Anders Danielsen Lie is heartbreaking as the comics artist watching his generation's moment pass.
Joachim Trier and co-writer Eskil Vogt structure the four years as twelve chapters with a prologue and epilogue — novelistic scaffolding that frees the film to change tone on a dime, including a couple of formally audacious set pieces that have become instantly recognizable. The writing is precise about things most romantic comedies blur.
The closing panel of Trier's loose Oslo trilogy became a word-of-mouth phenomenon and an Oscar nominee, and turned Reinsve into an international star overnight — the defining millennial-adrift film of its moment.
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The closing panel of Joachim Trier's loose Oslo trilogy — after Reprise and Oslo, August 31st — follows Julie, a woman nearing thirty who keeps reshuffling careers, convictions, and lovers in search of a self that feels like hers. Trier and co-writer Eskil Vogt structure the four years in twelve chapters with a prologue and epilogue, a novelistic scaffolding that frees the film to shift registers: screwball one moment, mushroom-trip grotesque the next, then suddenly, devastatingly still. Renate Reinsve, a near-unknown who had considered quitting acting, won Best Actress at Cannes for a performance of quicksilver intelligence — charming and evasive in the same gesture — opposite Anders Danielsen Lie, the trilogy's recurring soul, here heartbreaking as a comics artist watching his generation's certainties expire. The film's most celebrated sequence, in which Oslo freezes mid-gesture so Julie can run through it, was achieved largely in camera, with hundreds of extras holding still. Trier's subject is the vertigo of limitless choice, and few recent films have caught it with such tenderness and so little judgment.
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