Small Apartments: A Kinda Smelly Slice of LA Weirdness

So, I finally saw *Small Apartments*, y’know that film from 2012. I was feeling a bit cranky last Friday, maybe because my neighbour had been grilling korv out on the balcony AGAIN, and all my clothes stank like smoke. Fitting mood for watching a movie about oddball loners in crummy apartments, haha. Anyway. This flick…hmm, where do I even start?

Matt Lucas – you recognise him from *Little Britain*, right? – is all pale and round and just awkward as hell, playing Franklin Franklin (yeah, that’s his actual name). The guy walks around in his underwear, playing the Alpine horn. Serious Gärdet-energy but like, dialled up to eleven. And then you’ve got James Caan (!) popping up, and Dolph Lundgren trying to be a motivational guru. I cracked up. Didn’t see that coming at all.

The whole thing is directed by Jonas Åkerlund – yes, the Swedish music video king who did those Madonna and Rammstein videos. So, it looks lively, in that messy way, with oversaturated colours and strange cuts. Billy Crystal shows up like he just wandered in from another movie altogether. I mean, he must’ve been confused on set, poor chap.

One thing with this film – I dunno, it’s funny but kinda sad at the same time? Reminds me of my first time at a “studentkorridor” in Lund, back in ’99, all weird smells and odd socks drying on heaters. Every apartment has its own little tragedies, you know.

It’s got some charm, but I wouldn’t call it a must-see. Feels a bit sticky, bit gross, but in a way you can’t look away. If you’re into offbeat comedy with a touch of misery, well, maybe give it a go next rainy Tuesday. Bring snacks. The disgusting ones.

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