For the life of me, I do not understand how David Wnendt continues to be given serious amounts of money to make films. His formula is as follows:
1) Find popular, but not TOO popular novel.
2) Create screenplay based on said novel, but strip out whatever actually made it interesting.
3) Premiere at Sundance to middling reviews.
This film, 70+ minutes of insufferable whimsey, really ought to be titled, SUNDANCE MOVIE. Oh the quirkiness of the characters, oh the beauty of the north-Norwegian landscape, oh the awful voiceover.