A Soap

Charlotte (Dyrholm), bored with her bourgeois life, leaves her fella and moves into an apartment in a less swish bit of town. Her downstairs neighbour doesn’t get out much: Veronica (Dencik) is a pre-op transsexual who turns tricks and fends off her mother’s cringeworthy attempts at support. The former is confident, even brash or crass; the latter is mouse-like, nervy and insecure as she awaits news of the operation. The rapport they strike up in Christensen’s chamber piece pierced with shafts of bright sunlight remains a somewhat unknown quantity, a shifting dynamic taking some of its cues from the soaps and melodramas the characters watch together and others from a realist tradition of considerable emotional heft.