Saw Klassikko. It was I think a comedy about an unknown writer who goes through life-changing lengths to gain notoriety for his new book. To this end, he first adopts a kind of rock-a-billy persona which he bases on a be-mulletted man he glimpses one day. This be-mulletted man becomes a major character. somehow the writer knows everything about his life. They covet each other's cars and eventually engage in a race across Finland's highways. They wind up in the clutches of a hilarious police man who calls drunk drivers "clients" and scolds other policemen for bad-mouthing them ("without these daring men, life would be like a sterile laboratory!") There's also some funny business with an car salesman who is obsessed with a certain news anchor.
The end of this film reaches an awesomely bizarre and goofy climax, but getting there takes a bit of work. It's not particularly funny, but kind of breathlessly wacky in the manner of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (though, as I say, much of the humor is kind of lost in translation.) A strange movie.
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