My Stuff ***
Dir: Petri
Luukkainen. With: Petri Luukkainen. 83 mins. Cert: 15
The larky spirits of Morgan
Spurlock and Michael Landy hover over this droll Finnish quest for happiness, a
sort of Super Downsize Me. Concerned that his possessions were coming to define
his existence, filmmaker Petri Luukkainen poured his flat’s contents into a
self-storage locker, and set aside a year in which he could only retrieve one
item a day – the idea being to find the sweet spot between running bare-arsed
through the ice to bring back an overcoat (day one) and feeling suffocated by
the universe’s many, gleaming tchotchkes. The dread whiff of “structured
reality” hangs over several interactions, yet the game poses worthwhile
questions. What’s more important – a toothbrush, or a chair? Does anyone
outside Shoreditch really need a flat cap? As Luukkainen clears space for his
ailing grandmother and his new girlfriend, we’re offered glimpses of something
rare, and cherishable: the kind of enlightenment that arrives whenever we cut
through the clutter.
My Stuff is now playing in selected cinemas.
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