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TROLLHUNTER
Anyone else see the connection between this bridge scene and Norwegian fairy tale “Three Billy Goats Gruff”?

Trolling Abroad

Norway does the mock-doc monster movie…better

June 29, 2011, 1:00 am

Writer-director André Ovredal’s film begins with a sober disclaimer. What follows, we’re told, is a chronologically assembled, unretouched trove of haphazard documentary footage, gathered by a group of now-missing students. To the question of whether the world really needs another mock-doc monster movie, Ovredal’s offhand answer is implied: Well, have a look. 


That this comes from Norway and is called TrollHunter does somehow mitigate the tiredness of its conceit. We know how disparate cultures find their folklores linked as much by common tropes as by bizarrely overcomplicated constructions—in this case, the narrative compression of exaggerated verisimilitude and deliberately distressed production values. Framing up another Blair Witch or Cloverfield ripoff (with an important dash of deadpan Spinal Tap cheek) might actually be the best way to do this. 


The purported young documentarists are front man Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), sound recordist Johanna (Johanna Morck) and rarely glimpsed cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen), collectively an affable and well-integrated group. With their neophyte enthusiasm abbreviated and abstracted just so by the requisite shaky camera work and choppy cutting, they appeal to us rather than grate. Already this is better than it would be if made by Americans. 


What begins for the trio as a bland bear-poaching exposé, we observe, soon takes a turn for the strange, into the dusky realm of trolls and the people who hunt them. Or, well, the one person who hunts them: a gruff loner called Hans (Otto Jespersen), who slathers himself with protective troll stink and ventures into the woods after dark, toting huge UV ray guns with which to turn the beasts into stone or blow them up.

(Later, a troll-pitying veterinarian explains how that works.) Afterward, Hans wearily sits down to a pile of paperwork. It would seem that he’s really just another disgruntled state worker, stuck in a feeble bureaucratic conspiracy and presided over by a self-evidently officious boss (Robert Stoltenberg). 


Having brushed the filmmakers off at first, Hans decides it’s in the national interest, or at least his own, to give them a good look at his working life. This allows for some very endearing lines of dialogue, like, “Let’s go find that Ringlefinch before he eats every animal in the country.” The Tosserheads and Jotnars, meanwhile, present their own sets of problems. All the trolls are charmingly preposterous, each in its special way a lumbering quasi-Sendakian hodgepodge of the woolly and the bulbous. 


They’re palpably menacing too, as should be expected from the highly aggravated inhabitants of this striking wilderness. Ovredal’s real star is Norway itself, and he might just as easily have gone the fake-nature-documentary route. This way’s better, though. This way also gives us a peek at how that country might contrive and later unpack its own kooky mythology. Have a look.

TrollHunter
Directed by André Ovredal
With Glenn Erland Tosterud, Johanna Morck, Thomas Alf Larsen, Otto Jespersen and Robert Stoltenberg


CCA
90 min.
PG-13

 

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