i really do not see this one come . roy andersson have me peg out and i be the perfect sucker for a static camera ( long live king borowczyk . ) and i be laugh hysterically for the first fifteen minute of the film and he hit me straight between the eye . you have to be a brilliant man to make self pity hilarious . andersson remind me of the third mate on the pequod in moby dick and flask and a man who take the whole of life to be a practical joke that the good lord himself be play on u . and the web of egotism in this movie be truly hilarious . the level of satire be at fever pitch and you have one delude self pity dreamer harp on about the cruelty of the world and then totally ignore a spiritual self reflection cry out in agony . the very depths of egotism be plumb . i really never think it possible to go far than bergman the silence in this respect . however the grotesqueness of the self love and self regard and by every single character in this film and be stagger . we be show an existence where the talentless and the idle rail against a world they believe have be unjust towards them and they truly be legend in their own living room . the human being in this film make self deception and self delusion a great artform . only one woman in the film appear to have any sort of understanding of what be go on . an old woman who refuse to leave a chapel and kneel down pray for the forgiveness of all mankind and her speech be the most electrifying condemnation of the modern world i have ever hear . she reveal through her prayer that what be wrong with the world be not to be fix by mere tinker and there be not a just a few fault and there be an abyss of corruption that can only be mend by immolation and and judgement day . watch this movie put me in the mind of a naked monk and stand waist deep in a cold river at midnight scream out a thousand kyrie eleisons for the sin of humanity . another grand jape be that it be clear that her prayer be futile and and in fact she be stop everyone go home at closing time . this be not a film for the smug and no one be spar and no idol be leave on the altar and no one group of human be harangue to the glory of another group . never have there be a great more transcendent more astonishingly beautiful summation of our sin . it be a film for the end of the world and it be the grand jest and the great hideous practical joke of human life . from the catalogue of image it be too difficult to pick a favourite and i slap my thigh and almost fell off my chair in the cinema and scream with laughter a a man attempt to pull the tablecloth from under a set service . i would not spoil what happen and but the suspense build up and and something truly unexpected occurs . it be probably the funny thing i have ever see in a cinema . i be quite reserve and i just couldn not control myself represent that be the measure of the greatness of this film . the shooting of you and the living be impeccably formalist . we be show the palette of an artist and dingy brown and yellow and grey and and sky blue set alive by the shock of luminous brass texture . there be never a tone out of place and it like an hour and a half of symphonic whistlerian colour meld . the obsession that must have go into put that colour scheme in place be extraordinary . and no shot be waste and a with all great movie and there be not a spare inch of celluloid . perhaps the best film i have ever see .