It doesn't seem like six years since Aki Kaurismaki's last film, "Le Havre", but he's finally back with the second part of his proposed trilogy of films about the lives of refugees.
I won't outline the plot, maybe it's enough to say that it follows the feel of many of his previous films: displaced outsiders struggling against the odds and getting knock back after knock back often right up to the very last scene; weird characters in parallel stories; boozing, smoking and loooong faces (is Finland truly so laconic, Kari?); hilarious comedy at unexpected moments; and, above all else, people helping each other for no other reason than that they want to.
The group of friends I went with had seen none of his previous films, and one felt that the subject matter (the life of a young man who had managed to escape the hell of Aleppo) should have been treated more seriously. I couldn't have agreed less. People get through life, even if it's a day at a time, and humour can help you survive.
As in most of Kaurismaki's films, music figures prominently. Often as a background, but usually played live. The older, seedy-looking country and blues bands are all here again, their performances are almost all complete. The main character - the Syrian refugee, and cook Khaled - plays his mate's stringed instrument (a buzuq?) in one scene, a tune as hard as any blues.
I've been thinking on the film's ending for a few days now. No spoilers, but it is a heartbreaker. It reminded me of Chaplin's very last scene in his "City Lights". It turns out that Chaplin first thought of this scene, and then constructed his masterpiece to lead up to it. I do wonder if Kaurasmaki has done the same.