Steam of Life

Synopsis: Finnish men in sauna, speaking straight from the heart.
Genre: Documentary
Production: Oktober Oy
  6 wins & 5 nominations.
81 min

Let me do your legs.

There we go.


For almost 51 years

I've washed this back.

That's good.

Do you want to stay behind,

I'm going?

Steam of Life

One thing I've noticed, boys,

about love -

and what women like,

that's massage.

Neck, shoulders, legs

and buttocks, every day.

That's our love story right there.

If I skip one part and

try and sneak off, -

she will say:

"You missed the legs.''

Or if I think she's asleep, no:

"You missed the legs.''

Women are very particular

about the spots they want massaged.

I think they call them G-spots,

or what do they call them.

That's him.

- Well, then.

They all look alike.

- Them babies.

He's smiling.

- Right.

So adorable.

- Looks like his father.

He's so small and weak, it's great

to care for someone so small -

and see him growing every day.

- That's right.

I'll always remember the moment

they lifted him to his mother's arms -

and I cut the umbilical cord...

And I saw the baby,

his little hands and feet...

They're home now

and I was on a paternal leave -

helping to

take care of the baby.

Now one dream has come true -

and maybe God will give us

a little princess later.

That's right.

It's nice to go to sauna....

- Damn, are you going to sauna?

You were supposed to eat first!

Come on now!

- I won't throw this to the stoves.

Fucking hell, you go to sauna...

- What's the soup you made?

Cabbage soup!

Really insane stories,

the things I've told you -

things you can experience

in your childhood.

Things like hidden family violence...

When you have a stepfather

and you feel like you're in the way...

I first realized this

when I started school.

We were at the cottage,

he took me to this big rock -

where the kids always play...

He told me that I'm not Kuosmanen,

I'm Putkonen.

I was seven then,

I didn't quite get it.

I thought of him as my father.

If you think of it,

nowadays it would be uneard of...

When I got home from school,

I tried to avoid him -

and tried to look and see

if the despot is home.

You grow numb with it,

always being beaten, hit or strangled.

The most insane thing was

to be pushed down to the floor -

and a pillow was held over my face.

And the hypocrisy,

what was shown to others...

All was well

in the artist family.

And the way it stopped for me...

I was drunk for the first time -

and came home,

we had this French balcony...

I grabbed the guy,

he was a head shorter -

and I was sporty

and well-built...

I had the upper hand,

I might have dropped him from there.

He was screaming for mercy

"Don't kill me! Help!".

And that was the end of it.

There's one more round here.

In '89, I had everything

I had always wanted.

I had a daughter,

I had a good job -

but the child had no mother.

I was a construction worker,

and my mother cared for my daughter.

She started staying over there,

I visited them often.

Then this person told me I can't come,

because the girl always cries after that.

Was your mother alone

or with someone?

My mother is married.

They adopted my daughter.

My daughter is also

my stepsister.

That's why I'm up here in the North.

I just get so sad there.

I didn't get info about her schooling

or anything, really, -

I had to threaten with lawyers.

We tried to negotiate,

but they accused and pressured me.

I lost it totally then.

I've always been a crackerjack.

I told them to draw up the papers,

I will sign them, whatever you want.


That's how we dealt with it.

F*ck, it still hurts.

More steam.

If only I could tell my daughter,

but I can't.

It's good that I can tell you.

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