What a wonderful film! In a lovely, loopy, Icelandic fashion, it manages to be at once serious and funny, action-packed and human, political and down-to-earth. A surprise and a delight. It’s the story of Halla, a friendly choir leader who has a big poster of Mahatma Gandhi on her wall, and, alongside the cycle in her spare room, a snap-together longbow that she carries in a backpack on to the moorland and hills of southern Iceland. Her quarry: electricity transmission cables, at which she fires arrows, hauling up a metal line in order to short the power lines. It’s risky, but effective. The outages get media attention, and threaten Chinese investment.
When the government steps up action to catch the criminals, Halla wants to step it up on her side too. But she’s torn – she hears that her long-standing application to adopt a child has succeeded. She’s going to be a mum. What’s a girl to do? She breaks into an explosives store, and knocks out a pylon.
