The Young in Heart – a peculiar warmth from another era So I watched “The Young in Heart” again, this 1938 flick that, to be honest, I’d lost in the bottom drawer of my mind, somewhere between Alfredson’s humour and Bergman’s existential angst. You know,...
The Ape (Apan) – A Swedish gut punch with a headache Alright, so, The Ape. Jesper Ganslandt, that madman, is both director and writer here. Let me just start by saying this film is sorta like waking up with a hangover, you know? You’re confused, a bit sweaty,...
Round-Up Time in Texas – Cowboys, jugglers, and a heap of old-school charm So, Thursday evening, I pop on “Round-Up Time in Texas” (1937) since I got this weird cowpoke mood after dinner. And man… talk about a lasso around your ears! Gene Autry, the...
Rollin’ Plains – Review Rolllin’ Plains hit me like a half-warm korv med bröd at Gärdet on a rainy Midsummer’s Day. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be comforting or just kind of sad, but you eat it anyway, you know? With Ethan Hawke meandering...
Rhythm in the Clouds – More swing than substance? So, I watched *Rhythm in the Clouds* again last Thursday night, kinda by accident – måndagsångest (Monday anxiety) came early, even though it was a Thursday. You know, that sort of tiredness where you want...
Sing, Cowboy, Sing (1937) – A weird little gem for a rainy tuesday Alright, so let’s talk Sing, Cowboy, Sing. It’s one of those westerns you’ve probably skimmed past a zillion times on some dodgy dvd-stand at a loppis out in Västerås and just thought, “nä,...
