The final installment of Roy Andersson's "living" trilogy, following Songs from the Second Floor and You, the Living. Presented as a series of highly focused tableaus — nothing (including the camera) moves, except what's intended for your attention — it's very much a meditation on how people pass their time on Earth: love, work, play, war, etc. Most of the folks onscreen are more enfleshed abstractions than anything else; the closest we get to characters are a couple of novelty toy salesmen suffering the universal vagaries of showbiz (lousy show, worse biz). But the abstraction is not a bad thing. Instead, it's a fascinating thing, or a funny thing, or a tragic thing — and always a human thing, stripped of decoration and distraction. Andersson is necessarily selective; the format would be fatiguing if it sought to cover too much of life, and most likely horrifying if he got too close in his examinations. Happily, he avoids both pitfalls, and offers up a melancholy hoot of a movie. (2015) — Matthew Lickona
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