Current mood:

amused

How Swede it is
Last night, I attended a Swedish silent film at the PFA by a celebrated author of children's books whose name I can't recall but which sounds a lot like "Legolas". Anyway, the story was ludicrous ("he fixes the cable?"): a plain-but-pure adulteress of low socioeconomic standing redeems herself by an act of unbridled piety and purity, and thereby attains a position as a maid in the household of a young stud named "Gudmund" (good mouth?); Gudmund is set to marry Hildur, who's a self-righteous bitch, and when Hildur's family comes to visit, her father recognizes the adulteress...mayhem ensues; after a case of mistaken identity, a murder, a wild bachelor party, a broken pen knife, and much fanfare, poor Gudmund finds himself vacillating between Hildur and the adulteress, and the two women at first rebuff, then ascede to his advances, with a brief interlude in the middle where the pure one tries to get the bitch to take Gudmund back despite being a murderer (of course the adulteress is the only person who knows he's innocent!).

Anyway, the movie ends with a shot of Gudmund kissing the adulteress, and they live happily ever after. However, apparently the word for "the end" in Swedish is "SLUT".