Henrik Hellström & Fredrik Wenzel - Man tänker sitt aka Burrowing (2009)

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Eleven-year-old Sebastian lives with his mother. From an elevated spot on the playground, he surveys his neighborhood. He can see Jimmy, who lives with his parents even though he has a child of his own. He can see Anders, who’s just been given
planning permission for a new carport. In a hollow where rainwater flows into a brook, Mischa is looking for fish. He came as a guest worker in the 1970s but still hasn’t left. Sebastian sees the asphalt rotting. He sees hollyhocks eating their way into the foundations, causing fractures in the concrete slabs.

The houses of this suburban neighborhood in western Sweden are all made of pale wood and are surrounded by neat hedges. The carports, children’s playgrounds and woods that lie just beyond the Lidl supermarket parking lot are likewise an eloquent
affirmation of the middle-class “quality of life” ideal. An eleven-year-old whose head is rumbling with brutal thoughts is growing up here. Sebastian is an only child living with his mother. He observes the not-quite-so-young men in his neighborhood with the avidness of a detective. There’s Jimmy, who always carries his little son around with him and
has had to go back to living with his parents, who deny him his own key to the house. And then there’s Anders, who always jogs until his fleece jacket is dripping with sweat. Like a seismograph, the boy picks up on the inner turmoil of those around him. It’s midsummer, the neighbors are having parties on their terraces and things begin to get scary. To dissect the extreme complexities of modern family life from the perspective of a young boy is an unusual and ingenious gambit. In Man tänker sitt, the viewer is sucked deeper and deeper into the burning hell of the petit bourgeoisie by this experiment – and is amazed to find that the whole nightmare is set in an Ikea catalogue. Berlinale
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