Sex (2024) review

Two unnamed Norwegian chimney cleaners, one with blonde hair (Thorbjørn Harr) and the other with dark hair (Jan Gunnar Røise), are both married to women and have children, and during a meal break the blonde fellow talks about a dream in which he was a woman (and attracted the attention of musician David Bowie) while the dark-haired gentleman admits he recently had sexual intercourse with another male and confessed it to his wife (Siri Forberg), except he doesn't consider it "cheating" and doesn't believe he's a homosexual.  It's so rare for a modern movie to allow its characters to sit and talk and permit the story to be guided exclusively by their words - the dialogue is outstanding - and it's essentially a think-piece about sexual fluidity and gender identity (Harr's son likes to sew clothes) as well as the consequences of a person's actions on loved ones (Forberg's character understandably contemplates divorce).  This is the first part of filmmaker/novelist/librarian Haugerud's "Oslo Trilogy" and it clearly has a writer's touch - John Waters (in his 2025 top ten list) compares it to Bergman's output, although with the moral aspect of it I suspect Éric Rohmer's work is a key influence.