In a minor town the morose manager is primarily responsible for the bad atmosphere of a restaurant. But central for the plot are three persons: a male waiter who is never named (here called W), the female waiter Anna, and “the count”, a self-invented nickname by a man cleaning plates.
This is one of those 'almost' films to me. It's almost great but not quite. Whether it was due to creative interference or a lack of experience, Andersson's 'Giliap' never truly impresses in the way it promises to. It's often regarded as a transitional effort, and that is certainly true--he was not in full command of his emerging style here--but it's worth a look for fans of his later work.