Junk Mail doesn't have much of a story and it's major message seems to be 'mind your own business'. However it does keep one's attention simply because it's totally unpredictable. Robert Skjaestad plays a lazy postman who can't be bothered delivering all the catalogues and other junk, so he deposits it all in a railway siding hidden by a tunnel. He's also a bit of a Peeping Tom, and without giving too much away he gets himself into an awkward situation involving some stolen money. Complications ensue. A bit of a nineties Billy Liar, Junk Mail ends on an unsatisying note that tries to tie up some loose ends but doesn't. Perhaps this is the beginning of a Brave New Norwegian Cinema. Baby steps, baby steps...
