The world of A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence is, in that sense, fragile, but not really moribund... That kind of mulishly stubborn resilience is very human, and also very funny.
...Andersson has taken this particular mode of filmmaking about as far as it can probably go [...]. But that mode remains so unique, so powerfully unprecedented, that it’s impossible not to get hits of pleasure...
The spirits of Samuel Beckett and Spike Milligan waltz through this beige-green purgatory, a series of arresting static-camera vignettes, pasty of face, deadpan of composition.