For reasons that have to do with a long-held editorial stance the doe-eyed critic is not able to comment on Pillion, except to say chapeau to whoever chose to have Skarsgård reading several volumes of Knausgaard’s My Struggle. Screenwriter? Director? Art director? The actor himself? A tiny stroke of genius. (And of itself this detail/question illustrates how fluid is the process of 'writing' a film.)
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