The Ice Dragon

  • March 8, 2014 / 16:00
  • March 29, 2014 / 12:00

Director: Martin Högdahl
Cast: Philip Olsson, Feline Andersson, Hans Alfredson, Malin Morgan, Hampus Andersson, William Nordberg
Sweden 105’, 2012, color

Swedish with Turkish subtitles

The Ice Dragon is a family film in the tradition of Nordic storytelling, where strange possibilities lie far in the north. Mik is a scrawny 11-year-old who lives in Stockholm public housing with his teenage brother Tony. Every once in a while their dad shows up, which is not a good thing since he's an alcoholic heavy-metal rocker still living the dream. Mik likes to box and watch zombie movies with Tony. But Social Services gets wind of the family's unsavory living conditions and Mik is hauled off to live with his kindly Bohemian aunt in a village in magical northern Sweden. It's hard for the city kid to fit in, but soon a cool chick named Pi and her posse decide he's ok. When the social workers show up again to deposit him with a "suitable" family that's worse than Harry Potter's Dursleys, the kids take matters into their own hands. A wintry delight, The Ice Dragon asks what it means to be a family.

 

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Trailer

The Ice Dragon

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