My Sister seems at first sight an ordinary home movie. Brother and sister are playing table tennis in the garden, with the mother intervening now and then. Styled in the warm brown and orange tones of the seventies, Erik has adapted their movements to the whipped up, repetitive rhythms of Ryuichi Sakamoto’s music. Nothing seems able to disturb the idyll, only the music suggest something ominous, until suddenly we are told that his sister was killed in an accident twenty-five years ago. This unexpected information causes a shiver to run down your spine and makes the sounds, which are like children’s voices, in Sakamoto’s composition extra cruel.