Roy Andersson’s latest won’t turn heads, but it is a tender, and at times, world-weary look at the fallibility of human beings as they eke out a despairing existence. 

It has its great moments, but Andersson’s ‘Living’ trilogy closes on a lacklustre and disappointing note.

The second instalment of Andersson’s absurdist ‘Living’ trilogy is a gentler but no less incisive take on the beauty and doldrums of human existence.

This wholly inventive and constantly surprising first film of Andersson’s ‘Living’ trilogy is one of the finest contemporary examples of absurdist cinema.

There’s enough humour and ‘70s romantic schmaltz in Andersson’s first feature to make it a pleasing slice-of-life experience.