Bungled caper deadset winner
SO THESE eight Norwegians walk into a Swedish girlie bar.
You know how the rest of the joke goes, right? Wrong.
Not that it really matters with Jackpot, a brutally funny thriller- comedy from the pen of celebrated Scandinavian crime writer Jo Nesbo ( remember the brilliant
Headhunters this year?). You won’t have to sit around long waiting for the punchline. It’s sitting there smack- bang in the opening scene.
Everybody dies in a hail of gunfire. Well, almost everyone.
Once the cops have closed off the crime scene and commenced forensics, they find a sole survivor lodged beneath a very plump dead stripper. His name is Oscar ( Kyrre Hellum) and, I tell you, he has some major explaining to do.
The chief detective handling the case, Inspector Solor ( Henrik Mestad), isn’t buying a word of it.
He informs Oscar that he has a choice to make as he proceeds with his story: ‘‘ Just keep asking yourself, am I a witness or a suspect?’’
Oscar will flash us back through the previous 24 hours with a tale that is exciting, disturbing and grimly amusing. Often all at the same time.
As it turns out, Oscar’s big mistake was to have shared a winning lottery ticket worth more than a million kroner with a group of hardened ex- cons.
All that keeps Oscar from sampling the variety of grisly fates that await the others is that his name is on the coupon.
At 80 minutes, Jackpot does not waste a moment to twist and turn around what you think might be coming next.