It’s bracing to be sure, but those looking for more positively aspirational fare will have a hard time.

What it all adds up to is a bleak “in space no one can hear your silent scream of existential despair” project. The production design by Linnéa Pettersson and Maja-Stina Åsberg is, in keeping with a great European sci-fi mini tradition, a lot more credible and interesting than that of a mainstream Hollywood effort like “ Passengers.” And the fly-on-various-walls tenor of the direction is aided greatly by Sophie Winqvist’s cinematography. Year Four is subtitled “The Cults” and climaxes with a large-scale lesbian orgy in which MR is the main object, in retaliation (sort of) for her unilateral action after the Mima room began to malfunction.Īll this is pretty scary and dispiriting in a slow-motion all-gender “Lord of the Flies” sort of way. But then we jump to year three, and the ship has a new dance craze. The ship has onboard algae manufacture so food is apparently not much of a problem even though gourmet dining might be.

At “Week Three,” folks are getting a little sweaty, despite having been told that the rudderless quest for a celestial object could well take up to two years. (The first of such images we see are of billowing aquatic plants not unlike those in an early section of Tarkovsky’s “Solaris.”)Ī sort of empath but also an independent, iconoclastic thinker, “MR,” portrayed in a tireless performance by Emelie Jonsson, at first seems to roll with the punches of Aniara’s circumstance. She’s in charge of a special room on Aniara, called the Mima, which contains large color-pulsating panels and creates a “Mima pillow” for each user, a virtual reality of their own memories. The central character here is a woman known as the Mimaroben, played by Emelie Jonsson. This film, written and directed by Pella Kågerman and Hugo Lilja, initially has a distinctive flavor of the now, or the not-too-far-from now. You may not be perplexed to enjoy all books collections Aniara An Epic Science Fiction Poem Harry Martinson that we will agreed offer. It has inspired more than one prog-rock album. It was adapted into an opera by Karl-Birger Blomdahl in 1959. It originated as a Swedish epic poem, in 1956, by the Nobel Laureate (as of 1974, at least) Harry Martinson. As it happens, “Aniara” is not entirely contemporary.

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