Kinamand

If something elevates Scandinavian cinema, and especially Danish cinema, it is clearly human emotions and the gloomy feelings one gets from their movies that will draw you into the story as if those mishaps were happening to you. And Chinaman is no different. A Chinese man enters into a Danish man’s life, offering him something that a human soul drowning in solitude is unlikely to refuse. But who would have thought that it would launch a rollercoaster of emotions from which there is no way out. At the end of the film, I felt incredibly sorry for the main character and couldn’t get him out of my head for the rest of the evening. (29.03.2020)