With their livelihood put in jeopardy thanks to a nearby excavation, a small community will soon loon the true nature of Santa Claus.
Somehow managing to combine the light, whimsical tone of a family holiday movie with the body count (if not the blood or gore) of a horror movie, and the exposed genitalia of countless old men, Rare Exports is…well, it’s a weird little movie, is what it is.
The stylistic tone of the movie is essentially that of a family holiday movie/coming of age story. Pietari (Onni Tommila) must face up to his childish mistakes and overcome the result in order to ‘become a man’ in the eyes of his father. It also just happens to include a lot of people dying, creepy old men who steal children, and human trafficking. Y’know, the usual.
I’m not sure much of the movie made that much sense, but it gets particularly strange in the last twenty minutes or so. Incidentally, this is where the most old male penises are visible. I’m not saying that these two things are necessarily related, but don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence?
I was kind of disappointed at the aforementioned lack of blood and gore, which I think would have gone some way to illustrating just how different this version of Santa Claus is to his contemporary counterpart. The first old man that we’re introduced to does go some way to addressing this issue, by putting on a truly creepy performance, but even his soulless stare can’t live up to the sadistic picture that’s painted of the not-so-jolly old Saint Nick of yore.
Still, Rare Exports has to get some credit just for the originality of its story alone. It might not have been the most exciting movie, but it certainly can’t be accused of rehashing the same old stories.