It’s very rare that a film gives you goose pimples after only two and a half minutes. There is a prologue to Oslo, 31. August that is so beautiful and enigmatic that, if for some reason you have to leave the cinema right after it, you won’t regret having bought a ticket. What unfolds is a rapid montage of vintage footage, intimate shots of Oslo, and bits of home video. We listen as many different people recall personal details and situations that link them to the town of Oslo and their lives there.