Watched Noi Albinoi (Noi the Albino) yesterday. Coming out of the little screening room of The Arts House, I couldn't unequivocally say that I liked the film. I still can't now and feel no need to, but the film has definitely left little patches of rosy afterglow in my memory. The quirky characters. The bleak, stark Icelandic landscape. The near perfect combination of restlessness and helplessness of Tomas Lemarquis's Noi, awkward and trapped in a little village where no one cares very much about him. And the ending where Noi eventually does escape in a sense, but with his intense physical and mental isolation magnified some more.