Dir: Joachim Trier. Starring: Renate Reinsve, Anders Danielsen Lie, Herbert Nordrum, Hans Olav Brenner. 15, 128 minutes.
If someone were to ask me what millennial anguish feels like, I might point them to Joachim Trier’s comedy of crisis, The Worst Person in the World. Whenever its heroine Julie (Renate Reinsve) is alone – truly alone, in the way you tend to be walking home in the dead of night or early hours of the morning – she starts to cry. The modern world can be so deafeningly loud, a stampede of what the film’s narrator calls “updates, feeds, unsolvable global problems”, that it’s only in absolute solace that we’re forced to question whether we’re truly happy or not. I’ve cried on far too many walks home in the dark. It took until Trier’s film for me to realise why.
