You, The Living

Does the concept of a hilarious near-apocalyptic world sound ridiculous to you? Well go to see Swedish director Roy Andersson's You, The Living and you will see that world. Shot in shades of beige and grey and following a loosely connected group of people through their daily struggle (and for these people life really is a struggle) in a series of Pythonesque vingettes this is a superb film.

Forgoing the usual devices of character, plot and camerawork to exact a story Andersson gives us life in all its inglorious monotony. A punk who keeps telling her boyfriend to "piss off" because "no one understands me", a teenage girl hopelessly in love with the lead singer of the "Black Devils", a worn-down psychiatrist. These are the people through whom we see life. Everything is nice or 'not very nice', everything just so, sometimes someone has a bad day - the rug salesman who has called his wife a hag after she called him an "old fart". "I think hag is worse," says a customer.

Full of dry-as-a-desert humour - the military band man worrying about his investments as his wife tries to orgasm on top of him, the old man dragging his dog along the pavement - this film will really make you weep with laughter and the silliness and banality that life throws our way.