Martin’s version of a mid-life crisis looks a little different than most.
Hilariously ill-equipped to live off the land yet clad in a Neanderthal-like ensemble of animal skins, he wanders the Norwegian forest in a misguided attempt to find a sense of purpose and independence, a wife and two children back at home be damned.
But when he crosses paths with an injured and on the run drug dealer, he finds an unlikely ally in his quest for “manhood.”
Joining forces, the two bumble their way through the woods, evading panicked family, bloodthirsty criminals and hapless cops. Painfully funny Coen-ish fare.