I’ll be frank: I’m tired of found-footage films. If you had told me 12 years ago when I was burgeoning film nerd, losing my cool over The Blair Witch Project, that I’d ever tire of shaky cameras and fake reality, I’d have scoffed as I ventured in for my third theatrical peek. A decade later though and the concept of the mock-umentary, the fake reels of film found on some doorstep, the single camera duly following its entirely made up subject feels all-encompassing. And I’m damn tired of it. But what’s the best way to spice up the idea? To add a little fire to the quickly cooling sub-genre? Kick it over to far Northern Europe and let them put their own particular spin on it. Troll Hunter doesn’t stray far the idea The Blair Witch Project gut-punched in to the public conscious, but it adds a particular Norwegian spin and with an amazing performance by its lead, the film hurdles the inherent boredom of its American counterparts.
Turns out that
in Norway the long told stories of trolls (the bridges, the
fear of light, the enormous noses, etc.) aren’t just
stories. Trolls are real and a covert section of the
Norwegian government has been tasked with keeping them under
wraps. A trio of doofy college kids stumble upon the titular
Troll Hunter and the film follows their slow introduction in
to the world. Director Andre Ovredal has done what so few
American found-footage films attempt: he researched, a lot.
His trolls and the troll-world they exist in are based upon
the legends we’ve grown up with and it makes the character’s
interaction with the trolls hilarious and frightening. These
aren’t monsters in the way a vampire might be, but rather
wild animals that the Norwegian government has cooped away,
like our own fears of the children’s tale. The education of
the three main characters becomes our own education and the
teacher behind it, Trolljegeren, is played with stolid
indignation by Otto Jespersen. His troll hunter is a man
who’s grown tired of the slow killing of the trolls for the
good of secrecy, and his decision to fork over the secrets
to a television film crew is one of sad righteousness.
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