VOD film review: Knocking (Knackningar)
Cecilia Milocco's performance9
Sustained yet still sympathetic ambiguity8
Anton Bitel | On 15, Nov 2021
Director: Frida Kempff
Cast: Cecilia Milocco, Albin Grenholm, Ville Virtanen, Krister Kern, Alexander Salzberger
Where to watch Knocking online in the UK: Apple TV (iTunes) / Prime Video (Buy/Rent) / Rakuten TV / Sky Store
“There is knocking. I hear knocking sounds in my ceiling. Someone needs help. I think someone needs our help.”
Molly Aronsson (Cecilia Milocco) is speaking to Per (Albin Grenholm), who lives one floor up from the apartment into which she has recently moved. Per is not the first or last upstairs neighbour whom Molly hassles about the sounds she hears coming from above. There is also the guarded Kaj (Ville Virtanen), and Atif (Alexander Salzberger), who sometimes argues with his girlfriend Yasmine (Naida Ragimova). None of these, however, can hear the knocking that fills Molly’s apartment.
In fact, Molly is traumatised, institutionalised, lost. She has come to this apartment building direct from a psychiatric facility where she has spent the past year in recovery, following the accidental death of her lover, Judith (Charlotta Åkerblom) – a death through which Molly slept. Now, Molly is not only trying to adjust to life alone and to make a new home for herself, but also longing to assuage her sense of guilt – and so when she hears, or thinks she hears, a woman attempting to make contact and to send out a cry for help, Molly will not let it go, even after no proof can be found that there is a girl being held and beaten upstairs.
“Someone needs help” is a phrase that resonates ambiguously in Frida Kempff’s Knocking (Knackningar), which Emma Broström has adapted from a short story by Johan Theorin. There is a clear presence in the building, pleading to be saved – but at the same time Molly does imagine both things and people not actually there. Cinematographer Hannes Krantz always keeps his camera close on Molly (even employing SnorriCam to depict her more frenetic moments), or else restricts whatever else we see to her often hallucinatory point of view. In other words, all the film’s events are focalised through its protagonist, and this creates the impression that we are always in Molly’s addled headspace. Even her name recalls the unreliable, unravelling heroine from Eduardo Sánchez’s Lovely Molly. So perhaps Molly, who goes off her meds and scribbles codes all over her wall and rants manically and rummages through people’s rubbish and brandishes weapons, is the only one who needs help after all.
“Could there be other reasons for the knocking?” asks the disembodied voice at the end of an emergency services line that Molly has called. Indeed, there could be many other reasons in an overdetermined narrative where Molly’s dreams and waking experience are confused, where the painful memories that haunt Molly’s mind might just be vying with ghosts that haunt the building, and where Molly’s clearly persistent mental illness need not mean that her beliefs and claims should be dismissed out of hand. With the the distinction between Molly’s interior life and the exterior world so rigorously broken down, who in the end can tell what is real and what is merely deluded fantasy? All this is anchored by Milocco’s extraordinary performance, as contradictory undercurrents of emotional turmoil are inscribed on her face. Hearing her repeatedly insist “I’m well now” – when all evidence suggests the contrary – divides us, along with Molly, between what we want to be true and what we fear is not.
This review was originally publishing during FrightFest 2021.