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101 Reykjavík

DVD cover
Directed by Baltasar Kormákur
Produced by Michael P. Aust
Baltasar Kormákur
Þorfinnur Ómarsson
Ingvar Þórðarson
Written by Hallgrímur Helgason (novel)
Baltasar Kormákur
Starring Victoria Abril
Hilmir Snær Guðnason
Hanna María Karlsdóttir
Music by Damon Albarn
Einar Örn Benediktsson
Cinematography Peter Steuger
Editing by Skule Eriksen
Sigvaldi J. Kárason
Distributed by 101 Limited
Release date(s) June 1, 2000
Running time 88 mins
Country  Iceland
Language Icelandic, English
Gross revenue $126,404

101 Reykjavík (About this sound pronunciation ) is a 2000 film set in Reykjavík, Iceland based on a book of the same name by Hallgrímur Helgason. It was directed by Baltasar Kormákur and stars Victoria Abril and Hilmir Snær Guðnason. The name of the film is taken from the postal code for down-town Reykjavík, "the old city". The film won nine B-class film awards and received ten nominations most notably winning the Discovery Film Award at the Toronto International Film Festival.



Geek Hlynur is approaching the grand old age of 30, he still lives with his mother, downloads cyberporn and wanders around Reykjavík half-heartedly searching for a job while spending lots of time in Kaffibarinn, the central Reykjavík bar which just happens to be owned by writer/director Baltasar Kormákur and his soundtrack composer Damon Albarn, a long-standing Icelandophile. The cramped, dark and oddly furnished house in which Hlynur and his mother live features a bath which transfigures into a sofa as Hlynur steps naked out of it, in the middle of the lounge with his mother watching.

Hlynur's isolated world — no small metaphor for his home country — is going along rather blissfully ignorant of the greater joys involved with engaging in life until his mother's friend Lola Milagros arrives to stay at the house for a while. Lola is a Spanish flamenco instructor with a seductive smile, a sultry voice and a carpe diem attitude. She is also in love with Hlynur's mom, Berglind. An enigmatic character, Lola quickly becomes the center of the household dynamic when, after a night of heavy drinking while mom is away, she and Hlynur sleep together. Hlynur is of course jealous of their relationship, realizing that he was simply a momentary fling for Lola, but he is also the dutiful son who wants to accept his mother's newfound lesbianism and be happy for her. Lola wants Hlynur to get out of the house and find himself something to do, not in a mean way, but because she recognizes from the start that that's what he needs most.

Hlynur prefers to pass the time in a true slacker fashion with plenty of excess and not an iota of effort. Hlynur sees no real future for himself, rather an entire life supported by the Icelandic welfare state. "It's a great system." he says. When asked what he does, Hlynur responds with, "Nothing." Pushed further with, "What kind of nothing?" he replies the only way he can: "A nothing kind of nothing." Not even death is a serious topic for Hlynur — intoxicating, out-all-night weekends inspire, "Each weekend I drop dead." He says this while lighting up a Lucky atop a snow-capped mountain, where he lies down as the snow gradually covers him up, but his plans are scuppered by rainfall melting his would-be tomb.

On the other hand, Hlynur's fantasy life is alive with passion and glimpses of his subconscious show us a deeply conflicted sense of self. Flashbacks of an alcoholic father mix with sexual fantasies of the lovely Lola but quickly reveal that mom's in bed, too. During a quick trip to the suburbs for a dinner with extended family, Hlynur, so comically disturbed by the mundane family ritual (they actually gather to watch a video of last year's family dinner), imagines a bloodbath scene killing everyone at close range with a shotgun. When brought back to reality, Hlynur's blank slate and effortless personality come back into the fore: "I was thinking what a nice couch you have," he explains to the previously slaughtered family.

The film progresses as Hlynur comes to terms with his mother's love for Lola and his own feelings of inadequacy with her. The announcement that Lola is pregnant pushes him to the brink, making living under the same roof next to impossible for all three, but after a lot of acting out and flippant commentary Hlynur begins to see life little differently. The infant's arrival also symbolically coincides neatly with Hlynur's homecoming to the world outside his bedroom and a newfound contentedness.


  • Victoria Abril as Lola
  • Hilmir Snær Guðnason as Hlynur
  • Hanna María Karlsdóttir as Berglind
  • Þrúður Vilhjálmsdóttir as Hófí
  • Baltasar Kormákur as Þröstur
  • Ólafur Darri Ólafsson as Marri
  • Þröstur Leó Gunnarsson as Brúsi
  • Eyvindur Erlendsson as Hafsteinn
  • Halldóra Björnsdóttir as Elsa
  • Hilmar Jonsson as Magnús
  • Jóhann Sigurðarson as Páll
  • Edda Heidrún Backman as Páll's wife
  • Guðmundur Ingi Þorvaldsson as Ellert
  • Gunnar Eyjólfsson as the neighbor
  • Jónína Ólafsdóttir as woman at the employment office



Reykjavík is a scenic capital and provides a backdrop for the story to be played out against. Views of landmarks such as the controversial Hallgrímskirkja, the modern church which dominates Reykjavík's skyline and views of Iceland's principal shopping centre, Laugavegur, are shown as the sun sets.

However 101 Reykjavík is about a group of people rather than a city or a culture, so while the dramatic and often very stark landscape in and around the city feature greatly, they are less intrinsic to the plot as the escapades of the characters.


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101 Reykjavík is is an award winning film set in Reykjavík, Iceland based on a book of the same name by Hallgrímur Helgason. It was made in 2000 and was directed by Baltasar Kormákur.



  • Life is one week. I drop dead each weekend. I'll be dead after I die... and I was dead before I was born. Life is a break from death.
  • Why don't they show any porn in the morning? It's easier to get the rest up once your dick's up and about. Maybe you'd wake up earlier, at least before it gets dark just to brighten up your day a little. I wonder what sort of a child I was. Was I funny or just plain idiotic? I've never had much luck with the opposite sex. Maybe I'm just sexually retarded.
  • My mother works at the Purchasing Institute. My mother is a purchasing institute too.
  • The pub, my second home. 35 square meters crammed to bursting point, so crowded and noisy you don't even need to talk or dance. Saturday nights are Friday nights, part II. Everyone is talking about last night, like it's a sequel. Except that everyone who died in part I dies again in part II.
  • Hofy lives alone in a three-room apartment and dreams of filling up the other two.
  • The Coal Yard flea market. The only serious art museum in Reykjavik. Here you can find Iceland's greatest cultural treasures.
  • Christmas Day is the most difficult day of the year... the annual family dinner at my sister Elsa's place.
  • Family dinner or a funeral. I'd rather go to a funeral. At least there's one idiot less, then.
  • She was almost possessed. Was that what being bisexual is like? Was that the man in her? Compared to her, that trance she was in... I was just a sperm donor. Maybe sex wasn't meant for men.
  • So my mother and I have our fingers in the same pie. Of course it can happen to anyone, accidentally fucking someone in the family. What am I supposed to call Lola now? Stepfather?
  • Reykjavik is like some backwater in Siberia. Swirling snow in the dark, not a bird to be seen. Endless weather that makes you wither biting your cheeks, spraying frost in your eyes. Even the ghosts are bored here.
  • My heaviest sentence yet. Dinner at the posh villa. I'll never go to bed with a woman again. Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Snobville measured in square meters of parquet, the kitchen aroma of roasted pork-ette. Batteries buzzing in pacemakered hearts. A golden retriever barking in a basket and the freezers full of life after death. All paid for by the poor public squandering money on sweets.I USED A CONDOM. I should feel calm. Our bedtime games are over for good. I don't like people, at least, not live. Not one on one.
  • The boozer-loser-blues piss-up pick-up place. Old meat served on every table. Recycled jawbones kissing, pickled bollocks in pussy juice. Everybody's had everybody. It's like the waiting room at the VD clinic. Everybody locked up in the same DNA chain. Abortions floating between the tables. This place is haunted by unborn children. It's like the family reunion of a non-existent family.
  • What do you mean, it wasn't my baby? I've had nothing but your womb on my brain for half a year... and it wasn't even my baby. How can you be so sure about everything?
  • This is great material for a documentary. "The Icelandic Intercourse." Would you call this typical Icelandic intercourse? I mean, really. This is great stuff. "Children of Nature." It could be a series. Mating habits around the globe. How do the Danes do it? Do all blacks have big ones and all Japs little ones? How do Muslim women come? Or do they come at all? The Jewish blow job? Hasn't anyone studied it? This is really great material. Comparative sexology.
  • Our little boy, all of ours. Lola will be his mom and my mom will be his dad. And I'll be his brother but his father too. And the son of his dad and of his grandmother and his mother's ex-lover. How will he turn out, himself?
  • The worst thing about AIDS as a method of suicide is that it takes so long to die from it.
  • There they are... my mother the lesbian, and my father the boozer. What am I then? The offspring of a lesbian and a boozer? It's like two birds of different species. The lesbian bird and the boozer bird. The boozer is a wetland bird. He's rather heavy... and needs a good run-up to get off the ground. He can fly for a long time and has good stamina. Several weeks may pass by before he gets back on the ground. In between he lies low and goes on the defensive. Especially for the first days after landing. The lesbian. Unlike the boozer... the lesbian is a relative newcomer to Icelandic nature. She is thought to have migrated from Denmark and Britain. Her only contact with the male bird is during conception. In recent years we have witnessed cases of male birds... who are unable to fly at all. The offspring of a boozer and a lesbian is the Hlynur... an unusually slow developer that can't fly... and remains with his mother for the first 30 years. The Hlynur is defensive by nature, but harmless.


  • Mom: Hlynur... there'll be no hash here this Christmas. Just to make that clear. My God, it's about time we quit.


Þröstur: Who's that? You know her?
Hlynur: We've been to bed together.
Þröstur: What's she like?
Hlynur: Want me to give you the condom?
Þröstur: Come on, man.

Hlynur: Is this a Christmas present?
Þröstur: No, a Christmas tree.
Hlynur: A cactus for a Christmas tree?
Þröstur:It'll look great with lights on.

Girl: What are you pushing and shoving for?
Hlynur: Recovered from your chlamydia, have you?

Unknown 1: Why do Marlboro cigarettes have white filters in America... but yellow filters in Europe?
Unknown 2: Why?
Unknown 1: So Keith Richards can tell which continent he's in.

Hófí: Lola? Who's that?
Hlynur: She's a friend. A sort of friend of my mother's.
Hófí: Are you having a night out with a friend of your mother's?
Hlynur: You could say that.
Hófí: You're totally out of it. What's the matter with you? You're hopeless.

Mom: We went to the bonfire and visited your granny. She doesn't go out anymore. We watched the satire program with her... but she didn't get half of it. It went right over her head. I thought it was hilarious. Did you watch it?
Hlynur: Yeah, but it wasn't as funny in this part of the country.

Unemployment Officer: And you haven't found anything to do yet?
Hlynur: No. Well, yes.
Unemployment Officer: Oh?
Hlynur: I did my mother's girlfriend.
Unemployment Officer: Pardon?
Hlynur: I slept with my mother's girlfriend on New Year's Eve. My mother was away in Hvammstangi. It was an accident and it won't happen again... so it's definitely not a job with a future. We were both drunk. What do you think? Do you reckon I should tell her about it?
Unemployment Officer: Who?
Hlynur: My mother. Should I tell her about it?
Unemployment Officer: I don't know. But there was no need to tell me about it.

Hófí: Hlynur! I'm going to have this baby on the 22nd of August, no matter what!
Hlynur: I just hope the baby's not busy on that day.
Hófí: You're not funny, Hlynur!
Hlynur: I know, this is a serious matter.


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