
Thefuture?Abulletinthehead.Atleastthat’swhatitfeelslikewhenyou’restrandedatthe“Hilton”councilestate,aderelictnewdevelopmentinHelsinki.Thepeoplewholiveherearen’t30yetbuthaveseeneverything.Theyfeelangerandasadnessthatrefusestocomeoutasgriefbutmustbevented.Byhittingone’sheadagainstawoodenbeamagainandagain.Byhurtingoneselforsimplystoppingtogooutandgettingusedtoit.Peopleheresleepwithaknifeundertheirpillowbecausetheyhaveneverlearntanythingelse,andtearupbillsbecauseitdoesn’tmakeadifferenceanyway.<br/> VirpiSuutari,emergingfromthemagicschoolofFinnishdocumentarycinema,doesn’tseewelfarecasesbutindividuals:Janne,Toni,Mira,Pete,andMake.Whiletheirstories,whichalmostinevitableleaddownwards,aretold,theybegintoshine.Thevisualsarerough,nothingpolished,themontageasimpulsiveastheprotagonists’emotionsortheflash-likemobilephoneimagestheyshotthemselves.Notawhiffofsocialromanticism,andyetthecamerafindsmomentsofpurity,restfulnessandwarmth,acommunitythatredefinesthemiddle-classideaofthefamily.Achildisborn.It’smostlyowingtothepowerofSuutari’snarrativethatthisstoryendsinhope.