Life in rural Sweden during the mid-1800s was nasty, brutish, and short, at least according to Bo Widerberg's 1986 adaptation of the novel by Torgny Lindgren. Teah is a tenant farmer with children fathered by various men (including Stellan Skarsgard) and a wan landlord who torments her, treating the whole family as his personal property. The film benefits from Jorgen Persson's sharp, naturally lit cinematography, and Widerberg pays careful attention to the minutiae of the downtrodden family's life. But the story is so bleak that the occasional deaths come as a relief, and the leaden pace only reinforces the monotony. This is nasty and brutish, all right; if only it were shorter.