Sigurður Ingólfsson

After a career more influential than most in Icelandic contemporary art, at 87, Magnús Pálsson stages his most substantial performances and undertakes a voyage both through his own catalogue and Icelandic autumn landscapes to his cottage, Askew, in Dalir county.

Haunted Trails is a drama documentary about the relationship of Icelanders with history and histories, the relationship of the living with the dead, about the sex life of ghosts and packed lunches. It attempts to capture the quiet joy of making sense of one’s surroundings and heritage, regardless of how bleak, indistinct and mystifying the pretext. What remains, is a vivid image of the Reynistaður brothers’ diet and recurring apprehensions.

A drama about some artists living together in an old board school out in the country in Iceland. Some are lucky some are not.

After a career more influential than most in Icelandic contemporary art, at 87, Magnús Pálsson stages his most substantial performances and undertakes a voyage both through his own catalogue and Icelandic autumn landscapes to his cottage, Askew, in Dalir county.

After a career more influential than most in Icelandic contemporary art, at 87, Magnús Pálsson stages his most substantial performances and undertakes a voyage both through his own catalogue and Icelandic autumn landscapes to his cottage, Askew, in Dalir county.

Haunted Trails is a drama documentary about the relationship of Icelanders with history and histories, the relationship of the living with the dead, about the sex life of ghosts and packed lunches. It attempts to capture the quiet joy of making sense of one’s surroundings and heritage, regardless of how bleak, indistinct and mystifying the pretext. What remains, is a vivid image of the Reynistaður brothers’ diet and recurring apprehensions.

Haunted Trails is a drama documentary about the relationship of Icelanders with history and histories, the relationship of the living with the dead, about the sex life of ghosts and packed lunches. It attempts to capture the quiet joy of making sense of one’s surroundings and heritage, regardless of how bleak, indistinct and mystifying the pretext. What remains, is a vivid image of the Reynistaður brothers’ diet and recurring apprehensions.