Sitting on the Moon – A Slice of Daydreams, One Wobbly Step at a Time

Alright, so I just got back from watching Sitting on the Moon and, honestly, my head’s a bit fuzzy still, like after a too-strong kopp svart at Hornstull station while it’s raining sideways. Directed by Petra Johansson – yeah, the same one who did That’s It, I’m Going Home (which I still say was criminally underrated) – and starring Björn Gustafsson, fresh from whatever reality-heavy thing he did last year, and the ever-charismatic Evin Ahmad. Seeing those two together onscreen feels sort of like watching Zlatan play hockey: it’s wild, a bit off, but somehow… it works more often than you’d think.

The look of the film, man, you can nearly smell the damp wool of their jackets. Some scenes genuinely lit like Skogskyrkogården in November – grey, a bit magic, a bit sad. Henrik Williamsson behind the camera, and you can tell. He loves those awkward, lingering shots. Sometimes they hit just right, but sometimes ya wish he’d just get on with it so you can see what happens next.

I gotta admit, the plot wandered just as much as I do after a few beers in Gävle. Maybe that’s the point? It’s about daydreamers and screwups, or just anybody who’s ever spaced out on a Monday at 15:32 and thought, “What if I just, like, left?” Reminded me of when I was 17 and almost hitchhiked to Copenhagen because everything felt off in Västerås. Never made it past the Statoil by the highway but still, that longing, it sticks with you, you know? The film gets that.

I dunno, it’s messy sometimes, tries too hard to be poetic, but maybe that’s half the charm. If you ever felt like life’s a bit of a cosmic joke or just want to feel seen, give it a shot. Bring your own kanelbulle though; the film makes you weirdly hungry for one.

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