This Saturday night, the Minnesota Film Arts 24th Annual International Film Festival will show what promises to be the best movie about misfit Swedish teenage girls since Show Me Love. And that's saying a lot. What is it about Sweden that alienates its creative ladygirls so? You'd think that social democracy would count for something, but this tradition stretches all the way back through Bergman and shows no signs of weakening. In God Save the King, director Ulf Malmros pays tribute to the power of punk to save us all, whether from the patriarchy, the sausage factory or ourselves. Don't confuse it with God Wears My Underwear--though that looks awfully Orlando-licious and deserving of yr time as well.
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