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By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Lukas Moodysson Makes Nice With WE ARE THE BEST

Fucking Åmål meets Times Square? Ja! Rough translation from the Swedish: “A film about Bobo, Clara, and Hedwig. Three girls who are twelve or thirteen years. Who drag around on the streets and babbling. Who are brave and tough and strong and weak and confused and goofy. And are on their own way too early. Heat fish sticks in the toaster when the mother is at the pub. Start a punk rock band without instruments to play, even though everyone says that punk is dead.

If being different and of a friendship that is greater than everything else.

A movie with lots of music and a lot of humor and very serious. – I hope there will be a happy film, full of hope and vitality, says Lukas Moodysson.

Coco Moodysson has written comic book “Never bedtime,” which is the basis for the story. Lukas Moodysson has adapted. Shooting is planned for autumn 2012, with a fall 2013 release.” [Image source.]

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