Orange Girl

Synopsis: THE ORANGE GIRL is about two young men's different paths to finding love. Jan Olav is struck as if by lightning the first time he sees the Orange Girl, and is sure he has found the love of his life. His infatuation is like nothing else: the sky turns round and round, the earth disappears beneath his feet. Nothing else matters. Georg has love served on a silver platter under a magic Easter sky in the Norwegian mountains, but he has difficulties understanding his own feelings, grasping what is happening to him. There are 20 years between these two love stories. Georg hears the story of his father Jan Olav's quest for the Orange Girl through a letter he receives on his 16th birthday. The letter helps him realize that he cannot let love slip through his fingers. Jan Olav's and Georg's stories are woven together through the letter. Both stories tell tales of chance encounters that change their lives. THE ORANGE GIRL is a love story that raises important questions about our human existence.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Eva Dahr
Production: Sandrew Metronome Norge
80 min


See that star up there?

That's Sirius.

There's a constellation.

That's the Big Dipper.

Remember I've told you

about that before?

And see that one shining up there?

That's a planet.


That's your mother's star.

Every time I look at Venus,

I think of her.

There are so many stars!

Because the sky

is so clear tonight.

You'd see even more stars

in the mountains.

Can we go to the mountains, daddy?


We sure can.


Look at Venus.


This is awesome!

Here you go.

What is this?

Open it.

Who is it from?

To Georg.

From Dad.

Have you had these all along?

He wanted you to have them

on your 16th birthday.

-He expects me to think about him?

-He wrote something for you.

When it's over, it's over.

-You still remember him.

-No, I don't.

Why would you say that?

All the pictures, the stories.


I don't remember a damn thing.


What? We planned this Easter

ages ago, Henrik!

That comet is only visible right now!

Of course I'm still going!


I forgot something.

-Did you bring the letter?

-Was it for you?

No, Georg.

It was for you.

Christ! Why come with that now?

Ten years after the fact?

I don't give a sh*t

about that letter! Or him.

Call me when you get there.

Dear Georg.

When you read this,

I will have left a long time ago.

Unwelcome guests have started

sucking the vital forces out of me.

This will be the last time

you and I meet.

I don't know

what you remember of me.

Maybe you don't want

to remember.

Do you remember our Wednesdays

at the swimming pool?

Or our afternoons together,

When your mother was at school?


-There it is.

-What are you doing?

-Writing a letter.

To who?

To my very best friend.

-To mommy?

-No, mommy is my true love.

I get up every morning as usual.

I take you to the kindergarten.

Yet nothing is as before.

How do you tell someone

that you are dying?

What are you reading?

-I don't understand,

-It is too advanced.

But there are medicines.

It's too advanced.

Why are you mad at me?

I haven't done...

-How long have you known?

-A while.

-And not told me anything?


Hi, daddy.

Time, Georg.

What is time?

As I write this, it's as if time

has ceased to exist.

And nothing will ever end.

I have a story to tell you, Georg.

That you now may be old enough

to understand.

The story of the Orange Girl.

It could have been a perfect and

normal day, like any other.

If I had missed that streetcar.

That was the first time I saw her.

See you later.

Was she that hot?

She was different.

In other words, she was that hot.


-Are they Jaffa?



-Why did she only take one?

-Don't you care if they're Jaffa?

-They're probably Spanish.

They taste like Jaffa.

No. Overcast.

Hopefully I get a chance tomorrow.


I keep you posted.

Talk to you later.


-Must have been the wrong wax.

-I waxed your ski's.

-Did it hurt?

-I fell on my butt!

I decided to forget about her.

I stopped thinking about her.

Except about once every minute.

-What are you doing?

-It's her!

-It's her!


-What's going on?

-It's the Orange Girl!

-This isn't you stop!

-I have to get off here!

It was her.

She must be from some other planet,

or some other time.

Some other planet?

Then what is she doing here,

on our planet?

Saving us from the monotony of life.

The Orange Girl is going to save us?

We should pay her back somehow,

Show her around.

Take her for a spin in my car,

When it's ready.

Roll back the soft top.

You, me, the Orange Girl's hair

blowing in the wind.

That car of yours. Do you really

think it will ever start?

He's buying lunch today.



What's in that case?

A machine gun?

No, it's a telescope.

For looking at the stars?

Does the Mountain Code say

never go out without a telescope?

No, I'm hoping to see a comet.

The Gerasimov Comet.

It was too cloudy yesterday.

-It's visible once every 56 years.

-So you dragged all that with you?

I'm just going up to

the nearest peak.

-Are you skiing cabin to cabin?


Joakim, where's Stella?

Comets are balls of ice and dust

that orbit the sun. Dirty snowballs.

What are you waiting for, Stella?

Can't the stars just be beautiful?


-Bye! Have a nice trip.


-Weren't you saying at that cabin?


-Are you on your own?

-Sort of.

-Sort of?

-No one is on their own during Easter.

"Never head out alone."

Mountain Code rule number 8.

Want an orange?

No thanks!

I should move on.

Someone waiting for you, maybe?

Some hot meteorite?


-What a weirdo!

-I think he's cute.


I think he's cute too.




Have a seat.

You're drinking tea?

-With milk?



-Too sour.


-Too sweet.



What are you reading?


-Who is he?

He is a Spanish painter.

Very famous.

Who are you?

Who do you think?

-I'm a squirrel.

-A squirrel?


A squirrel?

-And then what?

-She left.

That's probably for the best.

Now she's out of your life.

I mean, this is too much

Or is there something?

Is something serious happening here?

-Nah. No.


You're smiling from ear to ear.


I'm a squirrel.

My ski's keep slipping.



Weren't you just heading up

to the nearest peak?

I changed my mind.

-What are you reading?

-Eh. Nothing.


-It's just a letter.

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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