Norway specialises in quietly savage films about people talking. Dreams sounds simple enough – an Oslo sixth-former develops a crush on her new teacher – but Dag Johan Haugerud turns it into a sharp study of desire and storytelling, and it’s easy to see why it won the Golden Bear.
Johanne lives with her mum and poet gran, so the crush naturally turns into text: a blistering “memoir” about a relationship that may or may not have happened. What starts as infatuation becomes a power play on the page, forcing all three women to confront their own stories, compromises and disappointments. The adults are as rattled by how well she writes as by what she’s written.
Haugerud keeps it low-key: flats, trams, offices, long talky scenes with no villain and no witch-hunt, just people trying to be decent and not quite managing it. It’s a bit baggy, but the questions about desire, authorship and who gets to control the narrative hang around long after the credits.