Has Danish comedy started to repeat itself? And not only itself, also others? It's a little too much running in forms we've seen before. Ordinary people, having ordinary conflicts. They are altogether good, but here they are (of course) hit by "life". They learn something, change their lives and when the film ends, they are much wiser, but still ordinary.
Here you find the woman, who hasn't fulfilled her dreams, living in a dead marriage. Then the black Harlem gospel reverend appears and she starts to believe, in her herself, in music, in life and even in God. It's too simple after all. There's hardly more than 1,5 dimension here. Thats's not enough to be called a gospel.
Here you find the woman, who hasn't fulfilled her dreams, living in a dead marriage. Then the black Harlem gospel reverend appears and she starts to believe, in her herself, in music, in life and even in God. It's too simple after all. There's hardly more than 1,5 dimension here. Thats's not enough to be called a gospel.