Today’s feature was The King of Ping Pong, a Swedish film about two middle-school brothers and their parents. I suppose it’s mainly about the elder son, Rille, and his relationships with said brother and parents. Most of the story takes place during the boys’ spring break, but you’d hardly know it with all the snow and ice. Vistas of snow-covered mountains, snow drifts, and frozen lakes abound. Rille is bundled up for most of the film, and when his parka is on, so is his backpack. Always. There is a showdown near the end, but if you’re expecting a Table Tennis Battle Royale (as I was) you will be disappointed.

I wonder sometimes when I watch films from other countries, if some things portrayed make more sense within the culture which is portraying them. I somehow felt a little got lost in translation to me in this film.