How does a film manage to create a shiver down your spine when you've watched it heaps of times already? And how does a bloody documentary film create that feeling? I don't know but that's usually how I feel when I re-watch
Anders Østergaard's Danish documentary
TROLDKARLEN (aka Trollkarlen) about
Jan Johansson. I pull out the movie ever so often and it's always the same, and last night was no exception.
Jan Johansson was a Swedish jazz musician who lived long ago and who died untimely in the late '60s. There's one point in the film where his brother vividly talks about having had dreams about seeing Jan in the Stockholm underground after Jan passed away. In his dreams he meets Jan and says to him, "
We thought you had died. Where have you been?" to which Jan explains he's been away to play in Russia. His brother then continues in the doc, "
But then I woke up and everything was the same". It gets me every time. So sad.
I highly recommend
TROLDKARLEN, even if you're not a fan of old jazz music. The Danish dvd has subs in Danish and English (of the special kind we call
Valby-engelsk, argh).
