Rarely has a film’s title been so bold, so bald, so straightforward, so lacking in pretense, pretension, or bullshit as that of The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared. To escape the dreadfully cheery imminent celebration of his 100th birthday, Allan Karlsson (Robert Gustafsson, who is actually only half that age) climbs out the window of the retirement home he was sentenced to after an unfortunate mishap with dynamite, and disappears. Not to our eyes, of course, only to those of the horrible busybodies in the home who want to limit his fun. Allan really likes blowing things up, you see: this has been the bliss of his life, and he misses it. But mostly he just doesn’t like being cooped up. Allan isn’t very bright, however, and almost instantly he has gotten himself into trouble with a dangerous-looking skinhead type and started telling the story of his life to his new pal Julius (Iwar Wiklander). Past and present blends in an absurdist mock epic that is hilarious, outrageous, and completely insane. Writer (with Hans Ingemansson) and director Felix Herngren has made something like a bonkers Swedish Forrest Gump, what with Allan’s life having taken him through the Spanish Civil War (“For years I did nothing but eat, sleep, and blow things up”), the Manhattan Project (biggest explosions ever!), Cold War Russia (very Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy), and now what is perhaps is greatest adventure ever, not for the least which reason in that it teams him up with a former circus elephant (among other intriguingly weird characters). Through it all, Allan remains a clueless buffoon buffeted by events so far beyond his comprehension (though not ours) and manipulated by people so much smarter than him. And yet he’s the one who lived to 100 and is still blowing things up. Take that, History.